FALL BEFORE THE CLIMB
I'm disillusioned by it all
Too many curtains to look behind
Too much climb before the fall
Too much fall before the climb
You always say it like you mean it
With the shape of your mouth
Like you're telling me a secret
You wished I'd figured out
O honey I've been waiting so patiently
O something come and get the best of me
When it is dry in the garden,
Nothing growing on the vine
And the field's just lying fallow
And you left your boots untied
But you start running like you mean it
Like you're running out of time
Too much climb before the fall
Too much fall before the climb
O honey I've been waiting so patiently
O something come and get the best of me
To all the ghosts in the morning,
To all the ghosts in the night,
To all the shadows they are born in,
To what's wrong and to what's right...
We will wake up tomorrow
Still drunk on the wine
Come joy or come sorrow,
Come whatever we find
Can we be in love with it all?
All the curtains to look behind?
All the climb before the fall?
All the fall before the climb?
Can we be in love with it all?
Can we be in love with it all?
Can we be in love with it all?
Can we be in love with it all?
O honey I've been waiting so patiently
O something come and get the best of
Something come and get the best of
O something come and get the best of me...