what goes up must come down what goes around comes around I swear that I don't have a gun no I don't have a gun you could never live out in the open regretting every word you've spoken we slept, slept here for too long we see, see what we did wrong what goes up must come down, down, down so I got up and walked down the path in the dark and there, deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark oh, hey, how are you? I'm just fine let's stop pretending all the time the waters come crashin' over my head a melody only heard, never said down, down, down no I don't have a gun down, down, down what goes around comes around