Lost and so lonesome life, tumbling, tumbling
Make little of my leisure life, crumbling, crumbling
For the truth we’ll have to seek and find
It’s tumbling down, tumbling down
Nobody knows just where it is
The clouds around a circus ring are tumbling, tumbling
Blind shadows in the hungry night are stumbling, stumbling
Like a magic wand, it flashes by
It’s tumbling down, tumbling down
Nobody knows just where it is
Those feelings make my favorite sound
They’re fumbling, fumbling
Their minds are over dark and dawn
They’re mumbling, mumbling
Like the angry snake, she sits and smiles
It’s tumbling down, tumbling down
Nobody knows just where it is
Nobody knows just where it is
Nobody knows just where it is
Nobody knows just where it is
Nobody knows just where it is
Tumblin’ was written by Clive Scott.
Tumblin’ was produced by Richard Swainson.