Shaking like a thing branch in a strong wind
Over and over, it's maudlin
Trying to blend in to the crowd
Come the sundown, I'll be retreating into myself
I'll be believing this false crown
Pushing these habits to ground
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
Dreamscapes, painted kaleidoscope
Old songs, muttering meanings
To hold down
Episodes I can't recall
Small charms, everything's fleeting in
Rushed sounds, arguments heating
The brash terms
Billowing out and rebound
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
More likely to break than to bend
Its the end of the childish games of pretend
In an effort of a mocking defense
It's against how I stand to express discontent
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
Bad Footing - Secrets Go Down (Reprise) Lyrics
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Shaking like a thing branch in a strong wind
Over and over, it's maudlin
Trying to blend in to the crowd
Come the sundown, I'll be retreating into myself
I'll be believing this false crown
Pushing these habits to ground
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
Dreamscapes, painted kaleidoscope
Old songs, muttering meanings
To hold down
Episodes I can't recall
Small charms, everything's fleeting in
Rushed sounds, arguments heating
The brash terms
Billowing out and rebound
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
More likely to break than to bend
Its the end of the childish games of pretend
In an effort of a mocking defense
It's against how I stand to express discontent
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
Over and over, it's maudlin
Trying to blend in to the crowd
Come the sundown, I'll be retreating into myself
I'll be believing this false crown
Pushing these habits to ground
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
Dreamscapes, painted kaleidoscope
Old songs, muttering meanings
To hold down
Episodes I can't recall
Small charms, everything's fleeting in
Rushed sounds, arguments heating
The brash terms
Billowing out and rebound
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
More likely to break than to bend
Its the end of the childish games of pretend
In an effort of a mocking defense
It's against how I stand to express discontent
The dust in the air is impairing my reasoning
I keep on seeing the ghosts
To stutter and plunge in the depths are
Exceedingly how I keep finding the prose
A false continuity has been
Rewriting the stories I knew long ago
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
And the secrets go
Down down down
Writer: Matthew Flannery
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