They fall together from a high window into the street.
Eventually they fall into bed together on May 5, 2008.
They weren't supposed to fall together for another seven million years.
Perhaps I wouldn't even need to say anything; it would all just fall together.
You never know when something minute will make everything fall together.
The music and the stories all fell together, it seemed.
No two songs would fall together in the same way.
They fell together, almost straight down, to the green felt below.
Without more words, they fell together, onto the waiting earth.
Next let all the sounds fall together until it makes a word you understand.