You're gonna take a hit, to the way you've been thinkin'
To find when you lose it all, you gain so much more
Like battling a rip tide on the edge of an ocean,
You're manic, you're treading, you panic
You have to step aside to tether the storm
It's a backwards war

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A melee like that is bound to leave a scar
You drop your fists in the fight, to show the man that you are
You fall in at the end of the line
The more you're bowing out the more you stand in the way,
Then try to take your place, but you just give it away
You fall in at the end of the line

You're gonna take a seat at the top of the table
Where beggars, sad and low will all be allowed
It's a whisper in the breeze, like trying to see the King in a Rookery,
A faceless man stood out in a faceless crowd
And took the sky to the ground

[Chorus]

And your nerve shakes, your earth quakes, you're down. down, down
And your lip breaks when the punch takes you down, down, down
Cause the last place is the first place that you're found, found, found
Cause the high place is the low place step down, down, down

Writer : GRAHAM RUSSELL
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing