Falling, down to the ground, ground, how hard it seemsFalling, always fallingFalling, always falling, in the snowWhy is the world round?Why is holy and all the thingsIn between those things?When we all went insaneWhen we all carried our brains on the groundI wish I could talk to youAnd do all the things you doWish I could talk to youWish I could talk to youAnd do the things that you doYes I do, yes I doYes, yes, yes, no, no, noDon't say I will love you so muchMore than before, I don't know howI don't know why I am singingAround the same old thing*
