Lose a little feeling in my fingers
Gain an edge of panic in my face
Search for some sign to tell me just how long I've been here;
Overturn the place
Feels like each time my efforts fail
The whole hillsides disapprove
Feel like a man whose veins have frozen overnight;
Lying there trying to move...
Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood
You will know that I'm down for good
When the crack sounds in the wood
You will know, old friend, that I'm down for good
I want to try to stand my ground;
Dig my heels into the hills
Hope someone will come to write my ballads
No one will
Feels like when I try to stretch my legs
Everyone around me's trying too
So ready just to fall down, just to fall down
And to stay down;
I don't want to spoil the view
Yeah, when the crack sounds in the wood
You will know that I'm down for good
When the crack sounds in the wood
You will know, old friend, that I'm down for good