When I’m going down, down, down
When I’m going down, down, down
She down, like an elevator
She likes to give up and I hate her
Write down everything you may heard
Sit down, take a pen, get a paper
You’re running all the time
You’re running out of all your ways
You’re trying not to hide
But you don’t even know your face
You’re finding better life
Or better cross the line on me
When I’m going down, down, down
When I’m going down, down, down
When I’m going down, down, down
When I’m going down, down, down
From what you cannot ever face
You fail before you start the game
You always first to put a blame
But you don’t try to stop the flame
You know to live in a fast lane
But you don’t go with a full pace
You never ready for new phase
Like waiting for the Holy Grace