We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right

Keep on falling down Give me drink, give me smoke Get me high, let me float On a clowd, coming down Put me down, gentle now Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Give me drink, give me dope

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed