down here on my knees i know it's not me send me a photo anyway find me penitent and profane trying not to engage my heart it's not the coming, it's the taking part but this gives rise to a meeting with my favourite eyes and whadya know? i'm heading for a fall, i've heard you speak and it's all lies, now i'd rather you didn't speak at all - i'll do the talking - speaking in tongues with no strain on my lungs, feeling about four inches tall
