The Mountain

Oh, you feel and you taste it and you wanna go higher so what do you do and

So you peek into the mountain where your desire goes

Spilled blood on this place it only echoes true, all through the days and

So you peek into the mountain where your desire goes

Having the space to know

the weight is coming down

take it on down the line.

It's hard to get ahead when the center is bleeding

And you tear out the middle and you send it all away

Tasteless lead sittin’ on our tongues

And then we have to worry more about the ones we love

When you see the smoke there's fire

When you see the smoke there's fire

When you see the smoke there's fire

When you see the smoke there's fire

Oh whoa-ho

Having the space to know

the weight is coming down

take it on down the line.