Lyrics

Here comes the brand new
Here comes the ground again
The furniture is too big
My feet are far away
I think of you with nothing on
And everything before me
Read the signal in my eyes
Swear the devil's on to me
The floor falls up like gravity
I want the things I cannot have
My thoughts have lost their owners
And they're wandering into walls
Like reckless drivers
South of the border
What goes up must come down
South of the border
Lost my way to the lost and found
Thought's out of order
Put me on that train of events
That's always moving forward
Where everything is hope and glory
A happy ending to this story
I am vertical
Are you ready to receive me?
Vertical get ready to receive me
I am vertical get ready
Get ready 'cause here I come
Written by: Mark Gane, Martha Johnson
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