baby come down to the bottom of the stair there s a reflection i want you to see our history and loneliness has defeated our devices lady come down it s time to stop and stare there s a successor i want you to meet his misery and loneliness has exceeded expectations but still we fall down look at the stars they re getting younger look at your pain you re getting older not feeling right but always hoping for more i m gonna tumble to the centre of the square there s a triangle i wanted to see the fog has cast a shadow homeward we re losing our direction so forget the whole thing look at the stars they re getting younger look at your pain you re getting older not feeling right but always hoping for more1