Peter Silberman
Stairs to the Attic
[Verse 1]
I decided on that evening
That I was through with sitting still
I stood up and started moving
With a childlike fascination
For those doors that don't have locks
And the stairways that were blocked
So I dug through the obstruction
Put my fist around the railing
[Verse 2]
And each step was far apart
And far away from steps before it
And the air was getting thinner
Until I couldn't breathe at all
And if I happened to look behind me
There were miles and miles of stairs
Enough so I couldn't see the doorway
But I knew that it was there
[Verse 3]
And on the last step I was dizzy
Because there were stairs in all directions
But I found another door
And through the door there was the attic
Without old clothes, without a ceiling
Everything had opened wide
Into the jaws of something bigger
And suddenly I saw that I was
[Bridge]
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof
Finally, it had found me: the answer, the feeling, and the truth
[Outro]
That I'm small
That I'm small
That I'm small
I'm smaller than the smallest fireball