Sharpen my body like a pen
Come on I need to show it
Something too small for a lense
If I rub it if I wipe it

Guiding with one single hand
Nothing′s wrong you like the feeling
I am all over the land
Come on I need to show it

Back on the mountain again
I was standing watching seasons
You′re now my only friend
I′m too heavy, I′m the burden

Sitting and picking on myself
It′s a shiny, shiny morning
And when the light finds my eye
I′ll be fleeting like a scent

I hold my breath and I count to three
On and on outworn
It must be five hundred degrees
Will it show, in my show

I hold my breath and I count to three
On and on outworn
It must be five hundred degrees
Will it show, in my show