Windows
Clear windows
But there’s an aura of
The state of
I see a state
A state of confusion
They're so, they're so
Mixed up
They're a crowd
Of smiling faces
I’ve seen the way they use makeup
Trying so hard
To look happy
They can’t disguise the way it’s made up
And me, I’m always messing it up
And why not? It’s something to write about
And maybe we’ve all settled down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
They must be
Just alive
Cause I’ve seen them live in our world
Their only
Real needs
Is money and a sweet sweet girl
Lost
In their minds
Their ? and their little black disks
A head in
In a record store
Surely life will be better than this
And me, I’m always messing it up
And why not? It’s something to write about
And maybe we’ve all settled down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)
Down, down, down (Who are they?)