All Go Down

Too much time spent thinking of ways to die. Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes from the sun I'll try to be more open in my hope for our time Blur the lines dividing what is ours and what is mine. Mother Theresa's been working nights Say no more, I'm on my way Gandhi's getting fed up, he's looking for a fight Say mo more, I'm on my way And we all go down And we all go down again I swore I'd bring you something sort of mine... Hands above my head, stealing sunlight from the sky And I lost myself when you went away Say no more, I'm on my way Anyway... 'bye and we all go down And we all go down again