Falling down, down, down.

If fear's what makes us decide our future journey, I'm not along for the ride, 'cause I'm still yearning to try and touch the sun. My fingers burning. Before you're old you're young, yeah, I'm still learning. I'm falling down. Try and stop me. It feels so good to hit the ground. You can watch me, fall right on my face, It's an uphill human race, and I'm falling down. I'm standing out in the street, the earth is moving. I feel it under my feet, and I'm still proving that I can stand my ground, and my feet are there, haven't washed my hair. Too be lost before you are found don't mean you are losing. Some day I'll live in a house, etc. etc. etc., but you know that's not for now, and for now I'm falling down.