My teeth are chattering
No speck of oxygen in my lung
The air is thin
Around me is all infinity

They circle the ground and stare at the sky for my fall
No one else was dumb enough to climb it at all
I follow the smoke, dropping crumbs as a joke
But they're not really a joke

Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?

They only built the start...
Forgot the counterpart, there's no end
Too late to turn around...
I'd never reach the ground

May as well keep pulling rungs
And follow lines past the sun
On to other stars
And maybe I'll pass through one
Till the day will come when I can't move a thumb
Following the trail of crumbs

Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
Nah