Climb
Chris Sicard
Well beyond graveyards
And xylophone bones
Lives a hopeless romantic
Who's scared of alone
We spend all our time
Waiting for life to
Open the gates
With heavy top hats
And bowlers for bangs
So dig on your highways
And drive in your heels
For pantomime talks
And adequate meals
Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead
Black cats are mocking
Your lack of house keys
Because they're behind your
Playing card knees
They always were
Framelеss and aimless
But pictures are words
So black cats comе laughing
This isn't your first
Scarier than a march to the sea
Is finding a life that you used to lead
On and on, we climb on and on
Lo and behold
Make your mind up
And turn it into gold