ane brun
temporary dive
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