first you go down and then you go up dancing inside your paper cup your dreams of tangerines in your head the staircase never ends so many tears are bled
you can try tearing down the walls pacing back and forth in the halls you can hide but you can't run playing keep-a-way not always fun
flap your wings but not your jaws pain of a thistle in your paws you cry but nobody hears they became accustomed to the tears
so what's the use of loud belching tones when you can know deep in your bones there is no way to win this race not up and down the spiral staircase