But coming down from my mountain
There was nothing to stop me
Prepared for the future
Accomplish that left behind me
With a tortoise tempo
I move on gradually
My ship was leaking, "no danger" I said "you can use my compass instead"
From a ring a ring o' roses
As we head through history
From a land that is quite cursed
Here come the cavalry
If the king stayed behind us
Detached from reality
And when the time comes you will know what I mean when we all fall down
I wasn't looking for a mountain
But there was a mountain
It was a big fucking mountain
So I climbed the mountain
It was no ordinary mountain
It was a strange looking mountain
But when I got to the top it was two foot tall it was oh so small
My mind was scrambling
For a thought that was happening
Do we need more than diplomacy
To get us through tragedy
One thing is for sure
You can't beat solidarity
So on my return it was clear as day it was all okay
Might not look for the mountain
But there's always a mountain
So make a molehill from the mountain
And banish all mountains
Now there’s no more mountains
What else can there be?
And the sunset falls, the Isle of Wisdom told me "no matter where you go, there you are"
Quote (Gruff):
"A euphoric glam rock stomp by Cian that sounds as big as the title and concerns people turning molehills into extreme sport venues."
Where:
Faster Recording Studios
When:
2009
Source:
Track 2 (Dark Days/Light Years): 4 minutes, 25 seconds
Status:
Complete!
Notes:
Cian sings lead.
