Facin The Fall by Mark Geary Lyrics

It’s my fault, we’re caught of course
I’m trying, trying to keep it all in
Hold your tongue, your lips have stung
And we’re lying, lying
All hands on deck

Well I’m sorry you feel that
Next to nothing at all
Next to nothing
We’ve got nothing
Facing the wall

We just quit, a wall we hit
We went flying, flying to keep it all in

Well I’m sorry you feel that
Next to nothing at all
We’ve got nothing
Nothing
Facing the fall
Nothing
Nothing