The Bogarts - Downhill Lyrics

The spots on the sun assemble,
Looking like a wallet.
Once, the thought caused tremble,
But now, she's gone and bought it.

Balloons fill the air, and ascend,
Sounding like an open book.
Pins fall from the sky, welcome end,
And now I just can't look.

Now, I think that I should leave this place,
But something here seems to attract me.
I can't leave, but I wish I wanted to.
I hope that things will go downhill.

The soles of her shoes dwindle down,
And no one understands.
I'm still here, still around,
But I wish I would have ran.

The eyes of the coins have her
In a crisis of I.D,
As all of her friends try to
Tell her who to be.

Now, I think that I should leave this place
But something here seems to attract me
I can't leave, but I wish I wanted to
I hope that things will go downhill

The dollar bills fold themselves,
Gawking at the light.
She grabs her ticket to hell,
And closes up for the night.

[Note: the stanzas "The eyes of the coins..." and "The dollar bills fold..." do not appear in the final version of the song.]