Cooper's Dream - Trace Mountains

Where is the mystery?

Where is my subject?

Where is my cold black river?

And how do I get there?

I know I sing to forget

I sign to hold my breath

To feel the thumping in my chest

But sometimes there is nothing to speak of

The breath is revealing

Is it hot?

No the flame is damp

There is no sound

No other’s hand

And I’m not that kind of man

No I just want to dance

And looking back over my life

Lord, I’ve seen that fire die

But only to become kindling

Tape deck kids on the street

Are singing songs while waiting in the car

There was no reason for me not to love you

And I do, but not the way you wanted me to

I’ve been making up all of these things to do

And I’m always on the move

So I’ve been trying to get back to that mystery plane

There is always another way

And this river is never-ending

And there is just nobody to drink it away