| Song | Going Down |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Harpo's Ghost |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn’t live in those | |
| Who’re going down | |
| And I’m going down | |
| I had less sense than a harlequin | |
| I changed my clothes and jumped straight in | |
| It was hotter than it should have been | |
| Now with bloody legs and blistered skin | |
| I’m going down | |
| I’m going down | |
| Give me one more heart to break | |
| And I promise I won’t make a sound | |
| From sad refrain to sad refrain | |
| I said you’d hear it all again | |
| The lonely call of distant trains | |
| I missed the point but hit the shame going down | |
| And I’m going down | |
| Its been there for the taking | |
| The only journey I’ll be making is down | |
| Did you really turn the light off on your way down? | |
| Did you really mark the mirror on your way down? | |
| And ruin comes and ruin stays | |
| And, Jesus Christ, the games it plays | |
| Can’t wash the smell off my skin for days | |
| The sex, the blood, the alleyway | |
| Going down | |
| I’m going down | |
| Well I got a little dizzy | |
| Somehow things have turned me around | |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn’t live in those | |
| Who’re going down | |
| And I’m going down |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn' t live in those | |
| Who' re going down | |
| And I' m going down | |
| I had less sense than a harlequin | |
| I changed my clothes and jumped straight in | |
| It was hotter than it should have been | |
| Now with bloody legs and blistered skin | |
| I' m going down | |
| I' m going down | |
| Give me one more heart to break | |
| And I promise I won' t make a sound | |
| From sad refrain to sad refrain | |
| I said you' d hear it all again | |
| The lonely call of distant trains | |
| I missed the point but hit the shame going down | |
| And I' m going down | |
| Its been there for the taking | |
| The only journey I' ll be making is down | |
| Did you really turn the light off on your way down? | |
| Did you really mark the mirror on your way down? | |
| And ruin comes and ruin stays | |
| And, Jesus Christ, the games it plays | |
| Can' t wash the smell off my skin for days | |
| The sex, the blood, the alleyway | |
| Going down | |
| I' m going down | |
| Well I got a little dizzy | |
| Somehow things have turned me around | |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn' t live in those | |
| Who' re going down | |
| And I' m going down |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn' t live in those | |
| Who' re going down | |
| And I' m going down | |
| I had less sense than a harlequin | |
| I changed my clothes and jumped straight in | |
| It was hotter than it should have been | |
| Now with bloody legs and blistered skin | |
| I' m going down | |
| I' m going down | |
| Give me one more heart to break | |
| And I promise I won' t make a sound | |
| From sad refrain to sad refrain | |
| I said you' d hear it all again | |
| The lonely call of distant trains | |
| I missed the point but hit the shame going down | |
| And I' m going down | |
| Its been there for the taking | |
| The only journey I' ll be making is down | |
| Did you really turn the light off on your way down? | |
| Did you really mark the mirror on your way down? | |
| And ruin comes and ruin stays | |
| And, Jesus Christ, the games it plays | |
| Can' t wash the smell off my skin for days | |
| The sex, the blood, the alleyway | |
| Going down | |
| I' m going down | |
| Well I got a little dizzy | |
| Somehow things have turned me around | |
| Well heaven knows the way things go | |
| With ticker tape and radios | |
| The good fight was lost long ago | |
| And bravery doesn' t live in those | |
| Who' re going down | |
| And I' m going down |