The Riddle

I'm finding all these rooms through my cellars, up my stairs And it's hitting me so lovely that I'll never know they're there Wake me if I end up in a state of staring there 'Cause anything quite new to me becomes a calm despair Well, Jonah told me something about a Riddle, about a Bear That climbed up to an apple tree just looking for a pear If you go out walking through the branches after wine What would you make of broken twigs & apples of the bitten kind If I'm a sheep in a field with a red dot on the side of me Just how am I suppose to live my life in vanity I'll take a nap, walk ahead, maybe warm-up up to you Excuse me if I do not know what gender you cling to I've thought over a million times about time and tempement Or how to get inside someone and know of their intent Sometimes I just say nothing cause that speaks for me in tons And listen to the ways to get to you until I've won And listen to the ways to get to you until I've won Until I've won Until I've won Until I've won Until I've won