Testo Climbers

a sign of the times when your eyes glaze over
they talk in circles never say our names
it’s just like striking a match in a pitch black room, yeah
it’s been there forever, just an old trick with a new face

I’ve got nothing left to prove
no, I’m too tired to be the nice guy
they don’t know me, they don’t know you say we’re too small to have a big life
they just keep climbing to the bright lights

I sneak through the door, you’re already dreaming
how did I ever sleep without you there
they gave me the facts but none of the feeling
I toss and I turn like white ash in the air