The way she looks at me the way she seems to be always seems to

Bring… Me… Down…

The way she gives me steam the way she dreams for me always seems to

Bring… Me… Down…

Bringing me down just one way closer to making me frown, a two way downer, when we always seem to drown

When we try to stare into each others eyes our hearts sink and our feelings cry

They cry, cry for more, the best we’ve got believe it or not, it’s just when looking for more seems like such a chore it always seems to

Bring… Me… Down…

Bring me down and bring you down the scent of touch and the sight of hearing, time for us to taste the clearing, of consiousness once kept so clean, when it is always so far away

Brings me down to thorny pastures and the love days after expires and rots it bubbles and clots with the does and do nots

Brings me down far away where we all learn to betray

Brings me down to foreign lands where we admit to our dirty hands the empty will win and the full heads will spin

We get lonely and we like to say he or she brings me down all the way, when we’re alone all we can say is he or she brings me up to make a better day