Here I am on this two-way track
On the train which runs straight past my window
Ordinarily
And the prize is as clear as day
Hope to god that everyone finds someone
Someday
Cos nothing counts, if nobody ever come in here
I almost died, from all of the laughter I can hear
I resolved to change my views
Still I am tumbling fast from the clouds
Back to earth
No matter where I turn
It's this lame-arse fear, in the same old way
Strange familiar sounds always keep me here
Why do they keep me here?
Cos nothing counts, if nobody ever come in here
I almost died, from all of the laughter I can hear
Cos nothing counts, if nobody ever come in here
It'll all just die; it'll all just shrivel up and die
And I'm tumbling fast, tumbling fast from the clouds
And I'm fumbling now, tugging the string that won't work
Am I tumbling fast, really tumbling fast from the clouds?
Would it matter to say now
The buildings look like they were drawn by the same hand?