Taste - It's Happened Before, It'll Happen Again

A feather weight would knock me on to the ground, And I don't think that I could take one more round, A puff of wind would send me to the floor. It's happened before, it'll happen again, It's happened before, it happened again. You only call to see me when I'm out, A guilty conscience nags you I have no doubt, You bribed the postman not to call anymore, It's happened before, it'll happen again, It's happened before, it happened again. Another glass would send me to outer space, The ceiling joins the floor, Am I out of place? And then I ask myself, what's it all for? It's happened before, it'll happen again, It's happened before, it happened again.