i fell down in that hole again i am a lump of jelly i am a dead fish
i look up at the blue sky and i know that it's just a temporary dive
sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun
sitting on the cold dirt floor i want to finish the counting of days on the walls i build a ladder from broken wish bones and square-shaped stones that my friends threw down in the hole
sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun
and even though i read maps to avoid them they change location every day and somehow all of my traces they vanish but shall one stay put shall one lay low shall one not go just to avoid this hole
sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun sometimes we tip toe sometimes we run sometimes we wander while looking at the sun