Once was a man who consumed his place and time.
He felt nothing could touch him,
but here and now, it's a different story line,
like a straw he is clutching.
Why has the sky turned grey,
hard on my face and cold on my shoulder ?
And why has my life gone astray ?
Scarred by my disgrace, I know that it's over...
...because I'm falling down,
with people standing 'round.
But before I hit the ground,
is there time ? Could I find
someone out there to help me ?
Howl at the wind rushing past my lonely head,
caught inside its own notion.
How I wish it was somebody else instead,
howling at all this corrosion.
Why did the luck run dry,
laugh in my face, so pleased to desert me ?
And why do the cruel barbs fly,
now when disgrace can no longer hurt me ?
Because I'm falling down,
with people standing 'round.
But before I hit the ground,
is there time ? Could I find
someone out there to help me ?
You see, I'm falling down,
with people standing 'round.
But before I hit the ground,
is there time ? Could I find
someone out there to help me ?
Ohhhhhhhh.....
Ahh, ahh, ahhh....
Because I'm falling down,
with people standing 'round.
But before I hit the ground,
is there time ? Could I find
someone out there to help me ?
You see, I'm falling down,
with people standing 'round.
But before I hit the ground,
is there time ? Could I find
someone out there to help me ?
I don't know. Can I go ? [x2]