Žodžiai dainai: Phish. Mountains In The Mist.

Several times, uncontiously
I've stumbled upon the path
And seen a mountain in the mist

As rain falls on my shoulders
Sun rises in the east
A mourning bruise
But I am here at least

I guess I'm just an obstacle
A thing to overcome
If I could seek around myself
Again I'll know I've won

The moment seems to hang and float
Before me with no end
'Till I'm released, awaken beast
I'm on the road again

But now I'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today

Woven in the fairy-tales
We fabricate each day
Our little golden strands of truth
That glimmer in the light

The colorful material
You hold a certain way
Can keep us from the cold
And help to get us through the night

But now I'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Pull me down today
Pull me down today
Pull me down