The Hill - Panteon

Gleaming covered skin

The higher clear air

The hollow hands are simmering

The landscape from a far

The taste of consequence is not an answer

Floating with my dreams and floating far

You’re pulling me to the wire

And telling me to cover up the fire

Roots I’ve left to drown

I have watched my body

Carrying my head around

Know the pretender

He scatters like the wind a motion to remember

You’re pulling me to the wire

And telling me to cover up the fire