but I was hiding

and all across the mountain
they went searching for my ghost
but I was hiding

It still comes roaring back

You can drive out Nature with a pitch fork
It still comes roaring back

to slow down the time

There's no sacred vision like her

When there's nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire

All of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name

Misery is the river of the world

blood has been spillt this night