I fell down in that hole again
I am a lump of jelly 
I am a dead fish

I look up at the blue sky 
And I know that it's just
A temporary dive

Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun 
Sometimes we tip toe 
Sometimes we run 
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun

Sitting on the cold dirt floor 
I want to finish the counting of days on the walls 
I build a ladder from broken wish bones
And square-shaped stones 
That my friends threw down in the hole

Sometimes we tip toe 
Sometimes we run 
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun 
Sometimes we tip toe 
Sometimes we run 
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun

And even though I read maps to avoid them 
They change location every day 
And somehow all of my traces they vanish 
But shall one stay put
Shall one lay low 
Shall one not go
Just to avoid this hole

Sometimes we tip toe 
Sometimes we run 
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun 
Sometimes we tip toe 
Sometimes we run 
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun