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..goodnight.

[Chorus 2X]
(We always go back, but not this time.)