Lyrics:
Standing on the edge of a cliffI start to slipDon't mind if I slide offNow I feel my mood start to liftI find my gripAnd the screaming fades away belowI grab myself and spin me aroundI start to sprintI climb down to steadier groundIf I could bushwack it on back to the shackBehind those hillsI'll find the world is finally stillRun through pale dark words toThat sugar shackBreathe warm steam and hide In that old sugar shackBoiling heatMaple steamFrozen SnowThen it FlowsWhen you leaveYour maple dreamWait 'till springTo go againMosaic of lies I tried to arrangeIn ways that sheltered the blameI thought I might have made off clearWith all of the lootI plucked and ate all the fruitThen I started hearing the yellsAs shattering platesDrowned out by your slithering staresI was followed and chased and caught and tied upBy the hateRight until I made my escapeRun through pale dark words toThat sugar shackBreathe warm steam and hide In that old sugar shack