Climb Over Songtext
von the Microphones

Climb Over
Climb over the hill to where you hope to find nothing
Find it teeming with gold in the light
Be disappointed and glum, beat yourself like a drum
Yell out, "Who stole my silent night?"

Call in sorrow, your friend, ask her where has she been
And where does she head, left or right
Call compassion in, ask him "How are your kids?
And where are you guys crawling tonight?"


Bring hope along, have her sing you a song
Have her sing of her travels and flights
In fact, go ahead, call all travelers
Keep trying vainly to gather
Which direction things are headed and why

They won′t tell you where they go, 'cause they know you
They know that you stupidly hope to evade them
They say, "You can try
You can try and you′ll be right on the brink until you die
And then you'll find there is nowhere to hide