作词 : Reuben J. Brown
作曲 : Reuben J. Brown
Lying here in my embrace
With jutting hips and sallow face
The world's most accomplished witch
Took your pulse and felt your worry

I'll do what I can but it can't be fixed
there's a hole in this girl and I am sorry
I curl my arms to the little left
But this illness is a theft

Stairs become mountains
Blood drip fountain
Stairs become mountains
Blood drip fountain

There's no rush, there's no haste
Get on a plane and lose your place
Some Indian herbal shit
You better find some water and drink it quick

This illness is theft
of time spent well

This illness is theft
This illness is time spent-
Time spent well

This illness is theft 
This illness is time-
Is time spent well

Stairs become mountains (what have you gotta say for yourself?)
Blood drip fountain (where are you going now?)
Stairs become mountains
Blood drip fountain

Stairs become mountains
Blood drip fountain
Stairs become mountains
Blood drip fountain