The Crawl
Open up to the sound
There's nothing around you to keep you down
There's nothing beneath you if you want to crawl
Shoulder to shoulder
No dream for a doubter
A swimmer to drowner
I couldn't arrange it better
Dropping the rain right where it falls
And then watching from inside
So as you climb
I'll be climbing a little slower
From a street I just discovered
And you've already left behind
Overhead, beneath the ground
You can't hear the feet fall through your wall of sound
You can't hear the creeps crawl in your bed at night
The window has been leaking and it's
Flooding the floor
This is only your lowest hour
Unfolding you slowly like a paper
Or crushing you tight into a ball
But when you crawl
I'll be wishing that you were stronger
In a place I won't remember
I've already left behind
Autor(es): James Cuming