Getting a little bit irradic here   And I don't know who to trust   I guess it got away (you're reading my mind)   I guess I've got to adjust   I've got my arms a-flip-flop-flip-flop-flip   I got my head on spring   And I thought I got you on my side   I havn't got fuckin anything      [Chorus]   I'm just a face in the clouds   Nothing to worry about   Not even trying to stand out   I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller and   I got nothing to say   Its all been taken away   I just behave and obey   I'm afriad im starting to fade away      I can hardly see through the cracks (when i press up on the wall)   I'm not looking to stand up real high (id be happy to crawl)   I think I'm loosing my grip (but i can still make a fist)   You know I've still got my one good arm and i can beat-i can beat myself up with it!      [Chorus]      And for what it was worth   I really used to believe   That maybe there was one great thing   We could achieve   Now I can't tell the difference between what I've been trying soo hard to see, and what appears to   Be real      Fading away [x4]   My world is getting smaller everyday (and thats ok) [repeat fade out]