Stairwell

My mind may be slipping
 My mind may be slipping
 But my body stands tall
 Yes, my body stands tall
 I promise, I was listening
 Okay, I wasn't listening
 But I can read the writing on the wall
 I can read the writing on the wall
 He crawls up the stairwell
 He longs to be with her
 Each step growing taller than the others before
 He crawls up the stairwell
 She reaches her hand out
 As Time pulls him back to the floor
 My words keep escaping
 I spend all my days chasing them down
 But they never lead me where I want to go
 'Til I call it quits, and then they take me home
 The midwife has been pacing
 This ground, it isn't breaking
 But I can feel the cracks beneath my feet
 I can feel the cracks are breaking me
 He crawls up the stairwell
 He clings to the handrail
 And steadies his focus from the bedlam below
 He crawls up the stairwell
 Ears ringing of tall tales
 That clamor, "It's better to just let go"
 (No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
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 There's critters sleeping in my shed
 Creation swimming in my head
 The cities marching in the streets for an awakening
 I might light my night light
 The hourglass is overturned
 The match is struck, the stairwell burns
 I hear her calling from the catwalk as I make believe
 I might outshine the twilight
 Sand overflows and I scream as the fire grows (Rough)
 Sand overflows and I scream as the fire grows but I know
 I might light my night light
 I might outshine the twilight
 I might light my night light
 I might light my—
 Mind may be slipping
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 My mind may be slipping
 My mind may be slipping
 But my body stands tall
 Yes, my body stands tall
 I promise, I was listening
 Okay, I wasn't listening
 But I can read the writing on the wall
 I can feel the rise before the fall
 He crawls up the stairwell
 He longs to be with her
 Each step growing taller than the others before
 He crawls up the stairwell
 She reaches her hand out
 As Time pulls him back to the floor
 (My mind may be slipping...)
 He crawls up the stairwell
 He clings to the handrail
 And steadies his focus from the bedlam below
 He crawls up the stairwell
 Ears ringing of tall tales
 That clamor, "It's better to just let go"