The sound of the clouds cutting through the mountain,
Are heard only by the falcon,
Its lonely soul a heavy burden,
That makes the melancholic breathless air a holy spectacle,
Its quiet and its sharp,
The lonely Falcon on the mountaintop,
It is phantasmagoric,
How it is no longer there,
The Mountaintop has shifted into a human,
I wonder how she got there,
How can I look down on the clouds?

I always see you,
Even if I don't look around the room,
You take half my mind with you wherever you go,
That's why I feel funny
Like I can't think straight,
When you looked sideways and smiled,
The sun captured the gold of your eyes,
It keeps twisting a knife through my heart,
You talk to me like you talk to everyone else
I smile yet you must know it hurts me somewhere in my heart,
It has progressed too far
I love you I think,
Though I can't think this time.

So why does my eye only see
in front of me,
why can't I see the horizon so
lovely,
why must it always be this way,
Oh my muse I wish you would
leave me soon,
for my life cannot sustain under your marvelous presence,
you're always on my mind,
the reason for my educational
decline,
still I love you,
even if I must leave you,
even if this is a way to indulge you

Why must I be interested in what you have to say,
Should I say what i want to say,
It may be recieved properly,
Or it may not,
It is the truth
Is it not ?,
I am gazing at the starry night,
You are looking at the yatch that floats over the dark ocean,
It is the same,
But you are real and I am not,
It is my world that is small,
It is not that i am on a plastic globe,
Why won't you see me like I see myself,
Are my eyes playing tricks or
Are all of you mad.

The mountain is a mountain,
The tree is just a tree,
I'll never hide in the woods,
The gaps make me seen,
The crunching snow underneath hardens
my walk,
Its just as well I see,
Its just as well I don't,
The bird is here again,,
Bobbing away about its dream,
You can't fly too well,
Your little lungs won't take you far,
The deserted walk is settling in my feet,
At each turn I feel it is enough,
Through laboured breaths I sing a song,
It is for everyone,
It is for no one,
It is for only me to hear,
For the road is empty and the mountain steep.