The Mountain Waltz - Quickspace

I fear for thee

I’d better be

Encrusted

In your side

Like a goner

A shiny island

Stretching across the sky

Oh, precious mountain

There’s no accounting

What you are doing

To my health

You’re eroding

And I’m dying

So we’re going

So goodbye

Cabin pressure’s falling

And mist is crawling

The night is creeping

The sun has died

Your image is gone

But it lingers on

pressure’s melting

Goodbye