I Am a Mountain

There is a blindness that you can have and never know
Where you can only see the things you let go
Keep coming back here
Like birds on holidays

I am a mountain
I’m always in the way
There is a [?] of the museum

Was it the ice age or was it love that didn’t end
Waiting buried somewhere deep beneath the ground

I am a mountain and I will be found

There was a child that lost its mother in a crowd
He cried out for her but his voice was cancelled out
Never found by now that child would havе grown old

I am a mountain that has been stripped of [?]
I am a mountain
I am a mountain
I am a mountain
I am a mountain, oh
I am a mountain
I am a mountain
I am a mountain