Falling over my feet
Falling over my feet
I lost all my balance
And throwed it away
I lost all my balance
And throwed it away
Falling over my feet

And didn’t you see me?
Didn’t you see me?
Didn’t you see me there in the rain?
With a book in my hand and
20 daggers in my brain

Well I walked through the sandman who turned me away
Well I walked through the sandman who turned me away
And I said I’m leaving this place for a better parade

Anyway the sun always seems to be your friend, not mine
Anyway the sun always seems to be your friend, not mine
Anyway the sun seems to be your friend, not mine
Anyway the sun always seems to be your friend, not mine
Anyway the sun always seems to be your friend, not mine
Anyway the sun seems to be your friend, not mine

And it’s killing me now

Well I left myself in a hole in the ground
Well I left myself lying in a hole in the ground
I made friends with the insects, but they cannot fly
I made friends with the insects, but they couldn’t fly
I made friends with the insects, but they couldn’t carry me back to you
Carry me back to you now
Carry me back

Why does the sun always seem to be your friend, not mine?
Why does the sun always seem to be your friend, not mine?
Why does the sun always seem to be your friend, not mine?
Why does the sun always seem to be your friend, not mine?

Mine