Falling down to earth again I'm falling down to earth again I'm falling down to earth again I'm... I'm the projectionist I need you all to fuck with this The world it doesn't let me in It makes me make a world within I'm finding evidence Deleting all my confidence I rearrange my room to fix The temporary song and dance Mr. Boring, what's your story You should write a book Tell us all the friends you made And get you off the hook Leaving the past over the mountain No matter how it feels Now my head is messed up And I got a gold touch And a special kinda luck Never coming back down to earth again Now my head is messed up And I got a gold touch And a special kinda luck Never coming back down to earth again Falling down to earth again I'm falling down to earth again I'm... I'm a romanticist Need to be strung out on it Need to be apart of it Need to be the start of it Maybe the seeker, the lion in me? As I turn on the TV I'm watching a dream Rewinding it back and it's something to see Letting the water wash over me Now my head is messed up And I got a gold touch And a special kinda luck Never coming back down to earth again My head is messed up And I got a gold touch And a special kinda luck Never coming back down to earth again Falling down to earth again I'm falling down to earth again I'm falling down to earth again I'm...