Low - The Slow Show

These streets, they just don’t know me

Like you seem to do

Swollen disappointments but the loneliness is new

Take away this crown

Face paint’s running down these walls

I’d like to say that I’m better now I’m home

But I’m still low

Mr. Blue, Mr. Grey, you’re fine, but you drag me down

I’ve tried fucking every girl in town

But I’m still down

It’s here again today

Sticks around won’t go away

But it’s colder than before

It does you no good

But you try to say that it’s okay

This is all you all you know

Always, always low

But it breaks to see it, though

You’re getting old, boy

Getting old, boy

I’m already low

I’m already low

I’m already low

You’re getting old, boy

You’re getting old, boy

You’re getting old, boy

You’re getting old, boy