The lower center's in me revolve around. Derive their meaning from my self will. As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch. Conscious light gets through somehow. Yet I always fail to notice Yet I always fail to notice That I'm still heading for the ground. From conditioned red To condition red Heading for the ground. (Then amber flashes) From conditioned red To condition red Yet I always fail to notice, I'm always heading for the ground. Running down the way up. The visible effect runs through my blood. As I watch the sun highlight your Midas touch. Conscious light gets through somehow. I always fail to notice I'm heading for the ground. Has desire found a shady avenue? (Standing above - below me) Has desire found a shady avenue? (Standing above - below me) And I always fail to notice. Yet, I always fail to notice. Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) And if we doubt we can hardly hope to shine And the sun could eventually be outshone And if we doubt we can hardly hope to shine And the sun could eventually be outshone Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) Always running down the way up and you're standing there. (Running down...) ...down the way up Some conscious light gets through somehow Yet, I fail to notice. Then I'm heading for the ground. Some conscious light gets though somehow Yet, I fail to notice. Then I'm heading for the ground. Running down the way up. Always running down the way up and you're standing there.