1. OLD CLIMB

To siphon blood from bedrock
Draw from a well run dry
Dig those fingers deeper
On and on and on

And the time I've wasted
Denying my own eyes
Play in empty spaces
What is it that I'm waiting to find?

My head
Is spinning around
Inside
All the words constantly collide
And they all sound the same

A love found within reason
The same old hill I climb
Hanging on to fragments
Hands of falling rocks

But there's no comfort under
This collapsed mountainside
An internal madness
Stirring underground, breaking me down

Oh yeah

Spinning around
In time
All the sounds constantly collide
Something has got to change me
These hands

My heart is just one beat ahead of me
And I can't just find a way to let it be