Meat Puppets Climbing
climb, climb, i always climb out of bed in the morning on a mountain made of sand and i know this doesn't rhyme but the clutter on the table has been getting out of hand i know that you tried to see me through but honey i'm still having trouble finding out what's you time, time, it's so sublime well they say it's non-existent but it's playing with my mind and phone calls don't cost a dime in the caverns of your feelings where the sun will never shine i know that you tried to see me through but honey i'm still having trouble finding out what's you mine, mine, which things are mine? well i thought i saw a few before i found out i was blind and i think i see a sign and it's saying where to go and when i get there what i'll find i know that you tried to see me through but honey i'm still having trouble finding out what's you