| Are you blind |
| Blind to me trying to be kind |
| Volunteering for your firing line |
| Waiting for one precious sign |
| The flicker of a smile |
| You should try it just once in a while |
| Maybe it’s not quite your style |
| Simply too easy to do |
| And you might not see it through |
| See it through |
| Find yourself another place to fall |
| Find yourself up against another brick wall |
| See yourself as a fallen angel |
| Well I don’t see no holes in the road but you |
| Find another place to fall |
| Are you proud |
| To have founded a brand new behaviour |
| With hatred and hurt as your saviour |
| But nobody’s choosing to follow |
| So you choke back the tears and you swallow |
| Men who have ruined your life |
| You consume them with minimum strife |
| But now you have got indigestion |
| The antacid comes as a question |
| Find yourself another place to fall |
| Find yourself up against another brick wall |
| See yourself as a fallen angel |
| Well I don’t see no holes in the road but you |
| Find another place to fall |
| There isn’t much more I can say |
| For I don’t understand the delay |
| You’re asking for friendly advice |
| And remaining in permanent crisis |
| Affection is yours if you ask |
| But first you must take off your mask |
| When you’re back’s turned I’ve decided |
| I’ll throw it away just like I did |
| Find yourself another place to fall |
| Find yourself up against another brick wall |
| See yourself as a fallen angel |
| Well I don’t see no holes in the road but you |
| Find another place to fall |
| Well I don’t see no holes in the road but you |
| Find another place to fall |
| Well I don’t see no holes in the road but you |
| Find another place to fall |