Several times unconsciously, i've stumbled on the path
and seen a mountain in the mist
as rain falls on my shoulders, sun rises in the east
a morning bruise, but i am here at least
i guess i'm just an obstacle, a thing to overcome
if i could sneak 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 beasts, i'm on the road again
but now i'm soaring far too 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
are little golden strands of truth, that glimmer in the light
the colorful material, you hold a certain way
can keep up from the cold
and help to get us through the night
but now i'm soaring far too 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....