Scratching away at the surface of the deck It's a game, but you're nervous of your neck Taking the same old jokers from the pack It's all play, but you're begging me to attack Moulding the clay into pottery in your hands In a day you'll be breaking it into sand Taking a hand to your body, as though you care It's the land that's containing you, till it tears Shining a light on the boundary of the peak It's not right, but you know that it's what you need Starting the climb with supplies that are on the cheap It's not wise, but you know that it's all you see