Текст: John Miles. We All Fall Down.

How we all laughed at the old photographs in the magazine
Forty years old but the stories they told of a dream
No-one can frown at the face of the clown

With a tear in his eye
Taking the break was his first big mistake
It would seem

Over and over, over and over
We will discover, we will discover
That we all fall down

Yes, we all fall down
Yes, we all fall down
Yes, we all fall down

Why should he fear that his conscience is clear, when he's makin' the deal?
Business is fair, so today, he won't care how they feel
Losing his hold, as the years make him old, so, he's looking around
Wondering why, all the things he could buy, don't appeal

Over and over, over and over
We will discover, we will discover
That we all fall down

Yes, we all fall down
Yes, we all fall down
Yes, we all fall down