I can't hear you when you talk
You're a muted, semi-thought
Going down"¦ down, down, down"¦
Can't express what can't be bought
Can't express in written thought
Going down"¦ down, down, down"¦
Far along we've come alone
Throwing sticks will bring you stones
Going down, going
So afraid of all your faults
Just a critic without heart
Going down"¦ down, down, down"¦