Don’t Look Down Songtext
von Brian Protheroe

I do what I do but I don′t know why
I do what I do but I don't know why
But you gotta look up if you wanna see the sky

The Indians are coming
The wolf is howling at the moon
Indians are coming
Old grey wolf is howling at the moon
Did you ever have a bad dream that ended much too soon?

You can cross my palm with silver
Cross my mind with your concern
You can cross my palm with silver
Cross my mind with your concern
You can get up every morning
And do the thing that makes you burn
But don′t look down
No, don't turn around


The heart is a muscle
The mind is a machine
The heart is a muscle
The mind is a machine
Love is a strange sound in the distance
Like a deep sea submarine

You can dance the ta-ta tango
Telling lies to the reckless sky
You can dance the ta-ta tango
Telling lies to the reckless sky
You can tell me you still love me
Hold me close until I cry

But don't look down
No, don′t turn around

No, no, don′t look down
Don't look down
Don′t turn around
No, no, no