I've been low living like I do And I've been tired, but when the day is through, Half awake when I try to face the night I would sleep but I only dream of you. And low is the life and I know that I'm right; Cold is the comfort it brings in the night. Fast will I hold to these truths that I know, Even though they never really seemed Quite real to me; so I'll keep on lying low. And I've been swept and brushed under the rug, Like the dust collecting in my thoughts. And I have tried to shake the cobwebs off, But they grow back whenever I wake up. And Ice is the line that grows on the wings, Down from the sky I'm adrift in the night. Soft is the sound as I crash to the ground, Knowing you will never hear the news, And you never will be told, so I'll keep on lying low.