I dropped your voice It fell through the cracks in the floor Reminds me of the rung of four The way I keep rotting the apples There Are Many Tumbles I perform Tumbles You ignore I'm your headache But still you don't wish me away Tell you again That I'm the luckiest boy Cause there Are Many Tumbles I perform Tumbles you ignore Tumbles I've implored Restless sentiment ♪ Half of what I've done Half the words I've sung Arе interchangeable With thе look upon your eyes When you see through my disguise ♪ Half of what I wrote Half the thoughts not spoke Are barely legible Except that I'm not your tumbleboy I just tumble a lot