Mist

Several times unconsciously, I've stumbled on the path

And seen a mountain in the mist

As rain falls on my shoulders, sun rises in the east

A morning bruise, but I am here at least

I guess I'm just an obstacle, a thing to overcome

If I could sneak around myself, again I'll know I've won

The moment seems to hang and float, before me with no end

Till I'm released, awaken beasts, I'm on the road again

But now I'm soaring far too high, a fleck of dust up in the sky

Where tiny clouds go sailing by

Pull me down today

Woven in the fairy tales, we fabricate each day

Are little golden strands of truth, that glimmer in the light

The colorful material, you hold a certain way

Can keep up from the cold

And help to get us through the night

But now I'm soaring far too high, a fleck of dust up in the sky

Where tiny clouds go sailing by

Pull me down today

Pull me down today

Pull me down today

Pull me down....