| Song | Climbing |
| Artist | Meat Puppets |
| Album | Meat Puppets II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kirkwood | |
| Climb, climb, | |
| I always climb | |
| Out of bed in the morning | |
| On a mountain made of sand | |
| And I know this doesn't rhyme | |
| But the clutter on the table | |
| Is getting out of hand | |
| I know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I'm still having trouble | |
| Finding out what's you | |
| Time, time, it's so sublime | |
| Well, they say it's non existent | |
| But it's 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 that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey | |
| I'm still having trouble | |
| Finding out what's you | |
| Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
| Well, 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 findI know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I'm still having trouble | |
| Finding out what's you |
| zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
| Climb, climb, | |
| I always climb | |
| Out of bed in the morning | |
| On a mountain made of sand | |
| And I know this doesn' t rhyme | |
| But the clutter on the table | |
| Is getting out of hand | |
| I know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you | |
| Time, time, it' s so sublime | |
| Well, they say it' s non existent | |
| But it' s 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 that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you | |
| Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
| Well, 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 findI know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you |
| zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
| Climb, climb, | |
| I always climb | |
| Out of bed in the morning | |
| On a mountain made of sand | |
| And I know this doesn' t rhyme | |
| But the clutter on the table | |
| Is getting out of hand | |
| I know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you | |
| Time, time, it' s so sublime | |
| Well, they say it' s non existent | |
| But it' s 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 that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you | |
| Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
| Well, 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 findI know that you tried to see me through | |
| But honey, | |
| I' m still having trouble | |
| Finding out what' s you |