Climb Clim
I always clim
And our bed in the morning
On a moutain made of sand
And i know this doesn't ryme
But the clutter on the table is getting out of hand
I know you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out whats you

Time Time
It's so sublime
They say its non-existen
But its playing with my mind
And phone calls don't cost a dime
In the caverns of your feelings
Where the sun will never shine
I know you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out whats you

Mine Mine
Whats things are mine
I thought I saw a few
Before I found out I was blind
And I think I see a sign
And it's saying where to go
And when I get there what I'll find
I know you tried to see me through
But honey I'm still having trouble finding out whats you