Coming down from the mountain
Burn a trouble fountain
Right away you asked me what is wrong
I could say I didn’t know the problem
I flew home, before Christmas
She was gone, alone she misses
All the words, what if I had stayed
Been her friend, her daughter and her maid
Oho, we’ve been found
I'm not mad, I'm conflicted
You are not bad, you are lifted
From yourself, with your landlike heart
And I'm your cloth, that’s what makes it hard
Oho, we’ve been found
They hide in the trees around the meadow
Craving on pure liquid metal
We dropped our guard
