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    Aand 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