It's the end of the line
For the wrong or right reasons
You can lie to yourself
With all the boyish progressions
Flying wakeless and weightless
Can never fall to the floor
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
The maths and the code
That keep you in sequence
To fight or to flee
At the tip of your toes
With your boots off the stairs
You begin to derive them
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
We see you outside the door
But we won't let you in