On mountain tops, and I feel low.
In the heart race, I'm running slow.
You see the leaves shake, I see them blow.
See a man fall a thousand times,
to fall again, and then know why
It is spring time and I am blind.
Smash your fist across my face:
Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve.
you can feel high, while I feel low.
All things holy,
come, to pass us slowly.
Great loves, truly & only lay down to die lonely.
Now you see how I feel.
Smash your fist across my face:
Poor me in a lonely place with a hand in a hand I don't deserve.
While your arboretum sky sings out there, inside is a blank-black wall-stare.
For light, turn me to you.