I can hear them through the pipes
Sharpening their knives
Scratching at the walls
Crawling through the grime

At night I go outside
And talk with the tress
Wake up in the morning
To drive into the sea

Now the danger looks like you
Dressed in conversation
It's hard to see the future
Past the subway station

The dogs look hungry
They can slip between the seams
Did you see me through the window
Or was that another dream

The stairs get steeper through the years
All the while we climb
The stairs get steeper through the years
All the while we climb

The car doors sound like gunshots
But leaches suck us dry
Every mirror is a fun house
If you can't trust your eyes

The ghosts still say my words
Through the typewriter machines
While the revolution noises
Pull me from my sleep

The horse is in the car with us
But it doesn't want to go
If you take too much at once
The room will start to slow

I had to denigrate myself
Cause I want the tweed
Like the snails down in the soil
You can find me in the weeds

The stairs get steeper through the years
All the while we climb
The stairs get steeper through the years
All the while we climb