Intro: Drumbeats x2 x4 verse 1: The dim city light would serve as our guide six hundred candles in the breeze Like gypsies making off with the moonlight It always down and we got the memories Refrain 1: It always seems to come right down the best A heavy hitter swings but seems to miss You can't help hoping you'll be the next one and you'll be winning We're tightly wound going round and around We're tightly wound going round and around We may break on the way up or on the way down We're all going down going down Post Chorus: