Stand beneath the shadow
Where I find my shattered being
Wet my withered skin
Mend my tattered, crippled hands
The shadow cast by this mountain
Is cold and dark
I turn my face to you
As a flower to the sun
I turn my face to you
But your gaze is fixed away
I can't see the light
But I can find it by its warmth
I can't see the light
But I can sleep right through the dark
Be my fascination
Cleanse me of my imperfection
Cast a burning light
Realize all my grand delusions
The shadow cast by this mountain
Is cold and dark