You're out of words and it finally hits you 
you're out of luck and if live just kicks you 
it beats you down 
you're pushed to the ground 

Nothing good seems to show its presence 
all you get seems to come back less and 
due to that 
down on your back 

In a cold house, you're resting on, somehow keeps you warm 

When the world stops turning 
when the sun stops burning strong 
when the stars are falling down 
will I be around? 

Lately nothing impressed you much and 
you're getting used never being touched and 
all you get 
all is shame that is left 

Your evening walks are your way of breathing 
but every where there are people sleeping 
on the ground 
no God is around 

In a cold house, you're resting on, somehow keeps you warm 

When the world stops turning 
when the sun stops burning strong 
when the stars are falling down 
will I be around? 

When it all stops moving 
when the Saints start doing time 
when there is no yours or mine 
Will I be around? 

When the world stops turning 
when the sun stops burning strong 
when the stars are falling down 
will I be around? 

When it all stops moving 
when the Saints start doing time 
when there is no yours or mine 
Will I be around