The angle of the daylight was a sign
The wrong fold of the curtain gave me the clue
Ain‘t going to complain or whine
Was it me or was it (this time) you
Who planted in my soil this idea malign
And so this goes like the slime through the drain –
wake up, get up, stay there, stand up, shut up and just keep going
Now go on, move on, keep it up, reach out for the door
Don‘t stop, don‘t fall
And try to keep your eyes open wide for there are still
miles of stairs running to the bottom of this spire
Here I come, here I go
Greeting the new day - that starts already worn away
Here I come, here I go!