The Mountain

Call in the Trees
We’re drying out
Don’t pay those fees
to voices proud

If there’s room to grow
then what’s outside the room?
The Cairngorms are leading now
Even ghouls have had enough

You fear the tone
of trembling in the mountains
It will freeze the crowd
So no one really sees you now

But you know, you know, you know
that you can’t go on like this
When there’s so much, so much, so much more
That bliss

And you know, you know, you’re counting down
So come take this home
and fall inside
The gun to your dome
is just the dying side
Call in the Bees
Follow the tow
for something Sweet.