We had vanished once Upon the youngest mountainside We were fire in the hills Then we forgot our names in the mist Far above The Pines
Far over The Pines The end of the line left somewhere in the hills The snow-colored years behind, sinking to the sun Strike all our flares and run Run up through the night
You know who I am in light of where I have been And you have always seen right through my skin
Leaving my guilt below
What pulls us under Lay it back to the Earth
I hear you in the wind I am falling up the mountainside Over the pines