DOWN HERE (E A D F# B E, capo 2)
Down here, they say the same things, they want safety. They want to float along.
Down here, I am the air king, I am rising. I’m just hanging on.
Hot wind over the back fence, under the pretence of everything you love.
Blown out, it’s not a bad day. It’s just the wrong way and we are all exposed.
Spinning and tumbling, crashing and sparks flying. Darkness is spying on us.
Don’t move, don’t even think it. Don’t even believe that anything will change.
No proof. Don’t even need it. I’m not an idiot, at least, not today.
I see the trees warble; we are both in trouble. We are both in trouble.
Down here, I am the air king.
Breath out, I feel you pushing.
Breath out, I am rising.
Down here, I am nothing.
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