Yesterday I hit the ground
and now I can’t stop falling
a pot of gold came tumbling down
a recipe for balling

and I know why we ran bone dry
we never touched down from sky

a candle burns through a storm
a fighter takes the bull by horn
another song is slowly born
another heart string is torn

and I know now how to fall down down
how to fall to touch down

and I know why we ran bone dry
we never touched down

the painful irony is that
the tears come either way
for different reasons when I’m with you
then when you’ve gone away
but time is just another chain
and chains are just a kind of pain
to keep inside a box to keep at bay
the key to throw away

and I know why why we ran bone dry dry
we never touched down we never touched down
we never touched down from sky