Stepping out on every limbnJust to have it break againnnWas it the weight you had gainednFrom the beast of the burden you ate?nSay something morennOr maybe your nerves saw how highnYou had climbed causing your legsnTo shake the branch to breaknYour one mistakennMisery loves companynAnd company loves agonynAnd agony loves miserynTogether we fear everythingnBut no morennLabour is a lover never clever or concedednNever preaching or pretending to be anythingnBut busy and busy is boldnAnd bold is a plank that you must walk