Lyrics Climbing - David O'Dowda

Climbing

Leave alone
The lights alone
They break away
Slow, slow
The rooms
Of our engaging
And the signs
Of our receptive port
Bedside horrors
Tepid dreams
I wake away
From west to east
Flying feathers
Make the beast
And I’ll become that flying feast
I’ll climb
I’ll climb
I’ll climb
I’ll climb
Stay with me
Like you with me
And I’ll become
And you’ll become
Acquainted with the mountains
And follow footsteps tastefully
Read my Morse
Take my hand
Give it something special
Give it something right
I’ll climb
I’ll climb
I’ll climb
I’ll climb