me, I've been climbing a giant
now I fear for the cold wind to come
all the ladders I brought
they are laughing at me
throwing splinters at the shoulder I'm on
and my trousers's been torn by the elbows
I've been spending a year upside down
waving my arms trying to reach for the ground
hoping for a leash to be found
tell me you're lying
for no heat here is rising off
and don't go waltzing a canary bird
when a crow clings to your throat
now, the stray dog is selling his owner
I see te bird's built a cage in his nest
for noone believes in a fallen log
who says everyone around me is gone
And the wind-up man is planting a railroad
now he waits for a ladder to grow
just to catch all them birdchirping sundays he's lost
adn to rise above the barking of dogs
so tell me you're lying
for no heat here is rising off
and don't go waltzing a canary bird
when a crow clings to your throat
And every morning the kid in the corner,
I see her tie up her shoes to her hands
just to save up some traces from walking and then
trade them for handfuls of grain
