I fell down in that hole again 

I am a lump of gelly 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?