My teeth are chattering No speck of oxygen in my lung The air is thin Around me is all infinity
They circle the ground and stare at the sky for my fall No one else was dumb enough to climb it at all I follow the smoke, dropping crumbs as a joke But they're not really a joke
Does it matter? Does it matter at all?
They only built the start Forgot the counterpart, there's no end. Too late to turn around I'd never reach the ground
May as well keep pulling rungs And follow lines past the sun On to other stars And maybe I'll pass through one Till the day will come when I can't move a thumb Following the trail of crumbs
