Plankeye Fall Down
Fall down Kiss the ground once again This mire too often my heart's desire Pick me up Dust me off once again This mire too often my heart's desire I create my own shame Put a muzzle on my mouth when I get so very anxious So very anxious again Better off if things were left unsaid Tomorrow's sorrows waiting there once again The silver pinholes of the night refuse to sing their starry song tonight Goodnight (Well always go back, but not this time)
