Из альбома: Western Medicine
All my troubles have found me today
"When will I hit the ground?" I hear myself say
But I just keep on falling weightless and half asleep
But I know someday those troubles will be mine to keep
Right now I'll put it off Right now I will be shoving off
Downwardspiral
I have always heard you pay for your mistakes
But what currency will be accepted at that gate?
Have I cried enough? Have I thought about it enough?
What's going to count when the road turns rough?