Steep threads of tree and rock
Tampered sunsets
Inked out the reds and the purples
I wake and I bed the windy mountain air
I shake and I shout as no body cares
What about.

Don't try and work your way in again
One hundred times were enough
I keep giving up
To those secret attempts
I keep chaining my-self to your fast pace
Just to find my-self lost and confused

Again.
Damn little arrows
Swinging in to my breath
In to my sight
And out back to you,

There are ways up my mountain
There are ways in to my heart
They've been torn up and shattered
So don't come again
You're one hundred times were enough?

I make do with reds in the distance
I live on crispy this air
The secrets have grown away
I wake and I bed by my-self.