Ladders

The Selecter

When I wake up in the night
I can't open my eyes
I reach down to the floor
I laugh until I cry
It's just the way it is
I start to realise
Why can't I be sure of things
I feel inside

Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you
I'm walking barefoot on cut glass
Now that all my ladders have gone

I don't really have the heart
To run a million miles
To where my ladders start
Everyone hurts sometimes

Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you

Beware of tigers and bad dogs
Making monkeys of you