From the recording Sisyphus
I’m a bomb to blow, itching under snow, and I can feel it
Hanging ‘round the house, sagging on the couch, feeling this feeling
I’ve rolled it up. I’ve drank it down and I’m still needing
If there’s no mountain left to climb, what is my meaning
I’ve often asked it, honey
What do I do?
I bet Si - sy - phus would know
If I’m not climbing, am I dying
Got so long to go
But I’m running out of time and I keep climbing
I keep climbing
Is this gonna be the final thing, or is it fleeting
Will I try it out, turn it round and still be reaching
I’ve got these dreams up in my head that need completing
There’s green ahead, if it turns to red, will I stop breathing
I’ve often asked it, honey
What do I do?
I bet Si - sy - phus would know
If I’m not climbing, am I dying
Got so long to go
But I’m running out of time and I keep climbing
Why am I climbing up this hill?
Who am I if I’m standing still?
Who am I if I’m standing still?
Si - sy - phus would know
I’m alive and, and I’m trying
Got so long to go, I’m running out of time but
I’m not dying
I bet Si - sy - phus would know
I’m alive and, and I’m trying
Got so long to go, I’m running out of time but
I’m not dying
I keep climbing
I’m not dying
I keep climbing
