Hitting The Ground

hitting the ground|love was rough on the nerves, the brain, the taste|i'm hitting the ground 'cause around her little finger|she's got me wound|she could make Armour out of soul and lace||hitting the ground|love is tough the first time around|can't stop the fears from freezing my face|she made reality sound so sound |when i took the time to dream|she laid me to waste||oh i can't stop the sky from falling in|and i can't stop the earth from going 'round|and i can't stop my heart from crying shame||AND I CAN'T STOP THE TEARS FROM HITTING THE GROUND||hitting the ground|hitting the ground||hitting the ground!||hitting the ground |there's a song in my head going 'round and 'round|lost love can feel like frost and fire|she was my one desire|but when I took the time to dream|she laid me to waste||oh i can't stop the sky from falling in|and i can't stop the earth from going 'round|oh and i can't stop my heart from crying shame||I CAN'T STOP THE TEARS FROM HITTING THE GROUND||hitting the ground|hitting the ground||hitting the ground!|