Climb

Well beyond graveyards
And xylophone bones
Lives a hopeless romantic
Who's scared of alone

We spend all our time
Waiting for life to
Open the gates
With heavy top hats
And bowlers for bangs

So dig on your highways
And drive in your heels
For pantomime talks
And adequate meals

Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead

Black cats are mocking
Your lack of house keys
Because they're behind your
Playing card knees
They always were

Frameless and aimless
But pictures are words
So black cats come laughing
This isn't your first

Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead

On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on
On and on, we climb on and on

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold
Everybody now

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold
One more time

Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Sicard
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