His heart was in desperate need of a nail If only for one brief moment I caught a glimpse But do I look further But do I look further
Every leap year it’s always the same He’s hiding amongst all the mourners I saw his face But do I look further But do I look further
Falling down, but I just don’t feel a thing But I just don’t feel a thing and I don’t know why Can you tell me why I got no remorse
The lights went out as he walked through the march Kicking the gas lamp over Is that his face But do I look further Do I look further
Cowering silhouette on the wall Longing to wet his murmur His stubbled face Why do I look further Why do I look further
Falling down, but I just don’t feel a thing But I just don’t feel a thing, I don’t know why Can you tell me why I got no remorse
That’s him in the ox-colored boots Making his rounds He’s the one selling wilted bouquets At the foot of Forrest Lawn
Falling down, but I just don’t feel a thing But I just don’t feel a thing, I don’t know why Can you tell me why
