Going mad, going down like a big old clown
and I fear I'm a failure again.
Guess I try and I try while I look at the sky
and I cry while counting to ten like a rusting knife.
What a waste, what a life.
I wonder where, wonder why I look at the sky,
wonder what one should tell the wrong.
I'm a mess and I guess I got a self-lessness
and I cry while singing a song.
No, I can't let go.
Feeding down ain't low.
I can't get it up.
No, I can't get it up.
When I try,
I can cry like a poor guy,
but I can't get it up.
Going mad, going down.
Not a word, not a sound.
I used to know where to go,
what to do,
what to show,
but I can't get it up in the air.
And I try and I try while I look at the sky,
but the pain gets harder to bear.
Crying to the moon.
I can't launch my balloon.
I can't get it up.
No, I can't get it up.
When I try I can cry like a poor guy,
but I can't get it up.
Going mad, going down.
Not a word, not a sound.
I can't get it up.
No, I can't get it up.
When I try I can cry like a poor guy,
I can't get it up.
Going up.
Going down.
Not a word, not a sound.
I can't get it up.
No, I can't get it up.
I can't get it up.
I can't get it up.