Don't worry about me, I'm bound for worse things, so if you see me on the floor just wait,
I'm bound for fall farther down.

I find doubt throwing me deeper into loneliness, when a simple answer can change the way
I look at love, still hide safely behind a concrete wall.

Concrete can still break and a heart can still be mended.
The world can still be flat so that one can still fall of the edge.

Don't worry about the cloud over my head, it erases the steps I've made making sure I
don't turn back stare at my past.

I find the dust gathering on my shoulders, I drag the rocks behind my forgotten steps,
I've dropped love on the floor before I killed it with stones.

Stones can still break but love can survive under all their weight.
The world can turn into a ball and spin me dizzy out of my way.