Sometimes I can fake a smile
But still the world looks down on me
Twenty-five years of growing old
It just hangs in front of me
I can't see or understand
Why pushing up can drag me down
I take my time in everything
It breaks me up if I can't sing
I can't see
I can't touch
Sometimes in the summer sunshine
The sky falls down on me
Always in the dead of dark days
Someone's after me
Talking fast and I'm walking backwards
And my head is in the trees
You can hang this heavy feeling
Hanging down on me
But still the world looks down on me
Twenty-five years of growing old
It just hangs in front of me
I can't see or understand
Why pushing up can drag me down
I take my time in everything
It breaks me up if I can't sing
I can't see
I can't touch
Sometimes in the summer sunshine
The sky falls down on me
Always in the dead of dark days
Someone's after me
Talking fast and I'm walking backwards
And my head is in the trees
You can hang this heavy feeling
Hanging down on me