Из альбома: The Priddle Concern
Climbing through the apples I
Nearly baked & new bathtized
It came to me, made it just fine
You know the six ones the chime
I hear below
All the strings have been pulled
Still my limbs stay behind
Although were wery and low
We still wait for a sign
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes
Bitting tooth, nails and hair
Selling papers by the share
It came to this
Hate it thats fine
Admire the skillful design
Just down below
All the strings have been pulled
Still my limbs stay behind
We still wait for a show
We've seen many times
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes
If I could raise my hands so high
I'd hesitate for only a while
Then I'd grab on good and tight
Give it all up just for a spite
All the strings have been pulled
Still my limbs stay behind
We still wait for a show
We've seen many times
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes
Is it possible we know we're slipping
We'll lose our grip in the climb
Turning faucets off we know there dripping
We won't spare nickels for dimes