Down

Down

Down

Down

Down

Walking through the city

Liquor in my body

Liquor in my coat

Going over the roots of sitting in a corner

But I'm heading for a fire with a bucket full of girls just to feel it

Don't feel a thing

That's why you phoned in and ringed

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

We've got accustomed to the feeling of being dishonest

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

Down

Down

Down

Down

Bursted to a mirror fining with a century

Birds hanging in the kitchen working to the bee

Stand in the middle with an endless heart full of silence

It cuts through your voice

A knife of white noise

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

We've got accustomed to the feeling of being dishonest

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

We've got accustomed to the feeling of being dishonest

We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around

Down

Down

Down

Down

Down