I'm in there with ways I can't gonJust a mile from the holy landnPlanting rocks to grow a new citynYears later, see were we left offnIn your time you'd climb up the hillsnClimb up the hills into my mindnCan't ring your bellnBut I can repelnDown the hills in back of your mindnnThere's a diamond-shaped box in therenWith stories of the 19th roundnYour life is dirt and the pills don't work.nI think you should go back to sleep.nStick my tongue out, pet this kittennCough up a piece of I.D.nScour the rug for tiny brown bugsnClose my eyes and roll down the hillnnHow many fill the sky with lofty feelings?nFrom the way they took the painting from the ceilingnnGreat things grow inside your tipinSo many smile from my kneesnHanging by a silver ripcordnPetty feelingsnBlast a grandma, shave some wrist hairnMeet God and then move to the EastnIdle movement so I can't prove itnYou head up to the hills of the WestnnHow many fill the sky with lofty feelings?nFrom the way they took the painting from the ceiling