Lyrics

I am a mountain sitting stoic and silently watching the days go past, seemingly never touching me.

The rain it falls and gathers into streams that cut slightly into me, but they mostly run right off into the rivers below.

In idyllic collapse, uncontrolled and fast, clearing a new path.

You are the snowfall coming soft but relentlessly, until the winter becomes spring thaw and wears me down unevenly.

Soaking down into the pores. Rock to sand to dust to holes. Until I'm saturated and let go.

In idyllic collapse, uncontrolled and fast, clearing a new path. Mud is rolling forth in waves. The river of rock paves the way to my new resting place.