Go ahead and hide behind your skinny disposition All these drawings and a silly yearning Scibbles on paper about a man on a journey A journey on foot, the silly man The ocean at the heart of it all The simple salutation sitting next to the stomach Gaul's the word if you know what it means And here it is I stand At a broken precipice The beginning and the end of a mountain that flies to the sky And it sits, there in the clouds Far beyond the eye Stairs and bears all gone from the world How does it matter You be the rungs and I'll be the ladder To the final destination that sits on the mountain In the clouds As it flies From the broken tip Of The Gaul At the Sea Near the stomach In your skinny disposition There it is It's all there Straight up, curve down The exponential slope To the bottom of the stair where the bear went from the clouded Mountain Spy the Horn in the flame See your fate if you refuse to go the height Up or down, left or right Backward to the end Forward to the beginning Of the day that you forgot about your skinny disposition Simply put, you're wrong You can see it all there right? And you see where it connects, where's the end The ocean slopes down my friend And that's where the ladder begins From the mountain in the clouds To Gaul you'll fall If you aren't strong in your resolve Lose your grip You'll trip passed the broken tip And land in the lake where your stomach once was Ah the buzz of the world around Disappears as you veer right down to the flame It's all there in your skinny disposition Have you forgotten who you are Looking to the stars For answers you forgot the questions too Why are we here Cause the mountain fell from the apple tree And it landed in our hands And we bit down hard Hook line and sinker The tinker of the toys in our heads stopped turning And we forgot where it was The clouds were still there But the mountain was gone It was inside us all along I'll be the right, you be the wrong Those poor teeth must have stung I'll climb the ladder You'll remain a rung
