Climb Over - Mount Eerie

Come over.

Climb over.

Get over.

Get on

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?»

Calling 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 tell her sing you a song

Have her sing of her travels and flights

In fact, go 'head and call all travelers

Keep trying vainly to gather

Which direction things are headed and why

They won’t tell you where they go

They know you they know

That you stupidly hope to evade them

They say, «You can try.

You will keep trying

And you’ll be right on the verge until you die

And then you’ll find you will never find a place to hide.»