She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine

Everyday she begins

She's always one day behind

At least when it comes to the mail

She sits on the balcony paying her bills

Her letters just hashing her cigarettes onto the sill

Every breath a little more pale

And the hill's still left to climb

It's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on fire

It's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on...

Sits in his basement from midnight 'till four

Painting pictures that nobody sees

From his days in the war

The canvas is painted bright red, red

He heats up the shower

He paces the hall

He'll scrub for an hour or more

But he wont get it all

The paint in his fingernail beds

And the hill's still left to climb

It's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on fire

It's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look up at the bloodshot sky

The clouds are all on fire

The clouds are all on fire

The clouds are all on

We wait in valleys

While the clouds come in

We see no shadows

'Cause the shadow's all there is

And we climb

And we climb

But it's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on fire

It's just so high

And I'm so tired

Come on look up at the bloodshot sky

The clouds are all on fire

The clouds are all on fire

The clouds are all on...

The clouds are all on fire

The clouds are all on fire