There's too many ways. To take you on
To few are the windows in your days to move on
And the Fog drowns the mountain out in the evening
And the sun holds is gaze around, it is retreating
But save all you know, as you stand there seething
Embrace the bitter cold, and hold the feeling
It will be morning, and you'll be moving soon
And you hold to fight the wind as its breathing
We all lose sight once or twice when we start hearing
And the Fog drowns the mountain out, in the evening
The sun holds its gaze around, but is still retreating
But save all you know, as you stand there seething
Embrace the bitter cold, and hold the feeling
It will be morning, and you'll be moving soon
You will be moving soon
You will be moving soon
It will be morning soon
It will be morning soon