Smaller

We fell to earth unopened, and in falling lost our way
Now that I have your attention, there?s nothing to say
From Stockholm to the border, there are sheets of driving rain
I saw in your eyes the look of surprise as I walked away
If I?m getting smaller, it?s cause I?m leaving you today
If I?m getting stronger
There?s the busthead and a shaker, it?s the king and he stands to my pawn
The barroom light of a Tuesday night is blue as a tomb
So when does your jester pull the king from off his throne
I?ll cry for your death, it?s death I?ll accept, but I?ll wither and burn
If I?m getting smaller, it?s 'cause I?m leaving you today
If I?m getting stronger, I remembered what to say
It might be that I?m stronger
But not today