Falldown

So you say that Sunday... Sunday morning got you down
Another reckless night before, with the sickness coming 'round

It's a life you have to balance on a ledge
Who's your enemy and who you call a friend

So you say that Sunday... Sunday morning makes you crawl
The city life will chew you up, leave you bruised about to fall

With the wretchedness of learning how to live
When you feel like you've got nothing left to give

Look at all the people falling down
Look at all the people falling down
Would you feel the same if you were hanging around?
Look at all the people falling down

So you say that Sunday... Sunday morning makes you mean
Then you look me up and down and you wonder what you see

Time and time you try to figure out just how to live
When you feel like you've got nothing left to give

Look at all the people falling down
Look at all the people falling down
Would you feel the same if you were hanging around?
Look at all the people falling down

So you walk these streets alone
You wonder where you're calling home

With the wretchedness of learning how to live
When you feel like you've got nothing left to give
Oh, it's a sin

Look at all the people falling down
Look at all the people falling down
Would you feel the same if you were hanging around?
Look at all the people falling down