His heart was in desperate need of a nail
If only for one brief moment
I caught a glimpse
But do I look further
But do I look further

Every leap year it's always the same
He's hiding amongst all the mourners
I saw his face
But do I look further
But do I look further

Falling down, but I just don't feel a thing
But I just don't feel a thing and I don't know why
Can you tell me why
I got no remorse

The lights went out as he walked through the march
Kicking the gas lamp over
Is that his face
But do I look further
Do I look further

Cowering silhouette on the wall
Longing to wet his murmur
His stubbled face
Why do I look further
Why do I look further
Falling down, but I just don't feel a thing
But I just don't feel a thing, I don't know why
Can you tell me why
I got no remorse

That's him in the ox-colored boots
Making his rounds
He's the one selling wilted bouquets
At the foot of Forrest Lawn

Falling down, but I just don't feel a thing
But I just don't feel a thing, I don't know why
Can you tell me why

Falling down, but I just don't feel a thing
But I just don't feel a thing, I don't know why
Can you tell me why
I got no remorse