So it goes a piece of me   I left for you to find   Decay away, receded to feed   It's not so bad, it's not so bad      Down here in day's sweet daze   Where all that I need is not what I need   Down here you're not my enemy   Then what would I be? Then what could I make?      Ashamed to find that all I was   Is not so much, is not so much   While away in all I made   I can't give back, I won't give back      Down here in day's sweet daze   Where all that I need is not what I need   Down here you're not my enemy   Then what would I be? Then what could I make?   Could I make?      All my friends and all my fears   And I'm afraid they're all the same   And all my scars get torn away   Get torn away, get torn      Down here in day's sweet daze   Where all that I need is not what I need   Down here you're not my enemy   Then what would I be? Then what could I make?      Could I make?   Could I make?   Could I make?