I feel I go by standard
And in my head I start to wonder
Will we go under?
And in a hundred years or so
When we are nothing but our bones
Will we think of the past and slumber?
Or will we roll over?
And though it's easy to condemn the house that you grew up in
It's not that easy to pretend that it means nothing

Time and time again, I always lose my balance
I fall down, I fall down

With me, it's like a disease
It's done before it even started
I've already departed
And the good Lord knows that nothing ever grows in these conditions
Except remission

When we live so close to the ground, somehow we manage to go down
Until we finally rest where everything means nothing
Where we appreciate the quiet
So when we're cold, baby, we'll just turn out the lights and
And when we're old we'll still love each other out of spite

Time and time again, you always pull me under
I fall down, I fall down
Time and time again, I always lose my balance
I fall down, I fall down

And if we make it through this night, when we're old we'll still remember
If we remember