white roses and misty blue eyes red mornin s and nothing but grey skies a cup of coffee your heart shot clean through jacket you bought me gone daisy grey blue you re smiling now but you ll find out they ll use you up and spit you out now your head s spinning in diamonds and clouds but pretty soon it turns out you ll be coming down now baby you ll be coming down what goes around it comes around and you ll be coming down easy street a quick buck and true lies smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies a silver plate of pearls my golden child it s all yours at least for a little while you ll be fine long as your pretty face holds out then it s going to get pretty cold out an endless stream of stars shooting by you got your hopes on high you ll be coming down now baby you ll be coming down what goes around it comes around and you ll be coming down for a while you ll go sparkling by just another pretty thing on high like a thief on sunday morning it all falls apart with no warning satin sky s gone candy apple green the crushed metal of your little flying machine  you ll be coming down now baby you ll be coming down what goes around it comes around and you ll be coming down you ll be coming down now baby you ll be coming down what goes around it comes around and you ll be coming down