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.