Hitting the Ground - Gordon Gano, PJ Harvey, Frank Ferrer

I was beaten up, I was beaten down

By my life and a photographic sound

I was filled with love, I was filled with rage

My life book shook with the turning of it’s page

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no friend round, never be found

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down

I was not on drugs, I was not on beer

I was still with love, I was full of fear

If I asked the question, life will tell no lie

Love will ask the question are you willing to die

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no friend round, never be found

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down

I’m gonna go way up in an aeroplane

I’m gonna go way out insane

I don’t know if I’d ever come down

I don’t know if I can reach the ground

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no friend round, never be found

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down

I’m gonna go way up in an aeroplane

I’m gonna go way out insane

I don’t know if I’d ever come down

I don’t know if I can reach the ground

I was beaten up, I was beaten down

By my life and a photographic sound

I was filled with love, I was filled with rage

My life book shook with the turning of it’s page

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no friend round, never be found

Hitting the ground, hitting the ground

And there ain’t no-one there to help you come down