It's the end of the line
For the wrong or right reasons
You can lie to yourself

With all the boyish progressions
Flying wakeless and weightless
Can never fall to the floor

Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs

The maths and the code
That keep you in sequence
To fight or to flee

At the tip of your toes
With your boots off the stairs
You begin to derive them

Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs
Or so you're finding out
You've no ups and no downs

We see you outside the door
But we won't let you in