Climbing through the apples I Nearly baked & new bathtized It came to me, made it just fine You know the six ones the chime I hear below All the strings have been pulled Still my limbs stay behind Although were wery and low We still wait for a sign Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes Bitting tooth, nails and hair Selling papers by the share It came to this Hate it thats fine Admire the sk**ful design Just down below All the strings have been pulled Still my limbs stay behind We still wait for a show We've seen many times Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes If I could raise my hands so high I'd hesitate for only a while Then I'd grab on good and tight Give it all up just for a spite All the strings have been pulled Still my limbs stay behind We still wait for a show We've seen many times Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes Is it possible we know we're slipping We'll lose our grip in the climb Turning faucets off we know there dripping We won't spare nickels for dimes