Hitting the Ground

I was beaten up, I was beaten down
 By my life and a photographic sound
 I was filled with love, I was filled with rage
 My life book swith the turning of it's page
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no friend round, never be found
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no-one there to help you come down
 I was not on drugs, I was not on beer
 I was still with love, I was full of fear
 If I asked the question, life will tell no lie
 Love will ask the question are you willing to die
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no friend round, never be found
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no-one there to help you come down
 I'm gonna go way up in an airplane
 I'm gonna go way out insane
 I don't know if I'd ever come down
 I don't know if I can reach the ground
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no friend round, never be found
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no-one there to help you come down
 I'm gonna go way up in an airplane
 I'm gonna go way out insane
 I don't know if I'd ever come down
 I don't know if I can reach the ground
 I was beaten up, I was beaten down
 By my life and a photographic sound
 I was filled with love, I was filled with rage
 My life book swith the turning of it's page
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no friend round, never be found
 Hitting the ground, hitting the ground
 And there ain't no-one there to help you come down