Across the vein of night. There cuts a path of searing light. Burning like a beacon. On the edges of our sight. At the point of total darkness. And the lights divine divide.
One too many days. I've felt forgotten. And one too many nights. I've slept alone.. And every time I watch the fruit turn rotten. I tell myself I'll try a little harder.
High on this mountain. The clouds down below. I'm feeling so strong and alive. From this rocky perch. I'll continue to search. For the wind. And the snow.