Down To Earth

Falling down to earth again
I'm falling down to earth again
I'm falling down to earth again
I'm...

I'm the projectionist
I need you all to fuck with this
The world it doesn't let me in
It makes me make a world within
I'm finding evidence
Deleting all my confidence
I rearrange my room to fix
The temporary song and dance
Mr. Boring, what's your story
You should write a book
Tell us all the friends you made
And get you off the hook

Leaving the past over the mountain
No matter how it feels

Now my head is messed up
And I got a gold touch
And a special kinda luck
Never coming back down to earth again

Now my head is messed up
And I got a gold touch
And a special kinda luck
Never coming back down to earth again

Falling down to earth again
I'm falling down to earth again
I'm...

I'm a romanticist
Need to be strung out on it
Need to be apart of it
Need to be the start of it
Maybe the seeker, the lion in me?
As I turn on the TV I'm watching a dream
Rewinding it back and it's something to see
Letting the water wash over me

Now my head is messed up
And I got a gold touch
And a special kinda luck
Never coming back down to earth again

My head is messed up
And I got a gold touch
And a special kinda luck
Never coming back down to earth again

Falling down to earth again
I'm falling down to earth again
I'm falling down to earth again
I'm...