I see you working – can’t say I’m surprised,
This is not the first time that we’ve been here,
Is this the process: fall in time to rise?
Rise and fall, then rise.
When you’re on your own, left without that chorus of adoring eyes,
Exposed as no more than another gaping hole of need, holding out for sympathy.
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
The sad parade is coming through.
It’s how we do it; everything’s in time,
Make the myths and take our place in line,
Is this the process: fall in time to rise?
Rise and fall, and rise.
When you’re on your own, left without that chorus of adoring eyes,
Exposed as no more than another gaping hole of need, holding out for sympathy.
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
Sad parade is coming through.
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming,
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The fallen stars are coming,
Fall in – we’ll stop the world again,
The sad parade is coming through.
