Paul Quillen - Crust, or Tumbledown Mode Lyrics

Crawl your way out from the quagmire
Make your way now toward to the shoreline
Precious gold commodity
Time is rusting all your sensibilities

Down from the un-sculpted wayside
Formless hands can't feel the choke line
With clay wheel and bitter hue
The sculptress will master and subdue you

And I burn while the cold side has it made
And my turn I passed along the way
Watch me in tumbledown mode
Hemmed in by the crust of this corrosion

Fight your way out from the slow line
Leave the shadowed hinterlands for all time
Clay man set to stride between the hills and
Valley ways of his life

Kick the ladders down from the high place
Clear the dust and spider webs from your face
The clacking wheels and machinery
Skirt the borderlands of this catastrophe

And I burn while the cold side has it made
Another turn seems up along the way
And with bitter hue and medicine
We'll shake away the crust of this corrosion