The Beauty of the Mountains, of which I can not describe
God help us live a life worthy, help me show others the way
I know I'm not what I wanted, I'm not my everything
So what if this life is comfort, all it is is a get a way Then all this life I've been living meaningless to me
Go run away into the dark
Carrying yourself from your shaddow
But way down south, you're no good there, way down south