This is where the light starts to go backwards It fades in a shimmer off that western rim The path of ice that forms this spot stretches southward It's rumored here it got the best of him To the roof of the sky What does she hold In your room made of wind and of snow Leaving God only knows what down below Others with their crude maps and equally crude instruments
They sounded out the heights and found another's secrets Experience has led you to this dreamless sleep And all that's left you is another a hundred feet This is where the light starts to hesitate and flicker Colors bleed from once favorable skies This is where your party lost all it's last contact A step below your point in the sky