Hitting the Ground (Reprise) [featuring PJ Harvey and 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 swith 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 airplane 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 airplane 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 swith 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