Come down from the mountain
She grinned like ice, grilling me
Coming down slowly alive
Hold my eyes, drink the pines
Coming down in singular lines
Eating the world, and the word
Eating the hate, and the nerve
Up the mountain,
Coming down slowly
Choking on the white dress
Come down from the mountain
She grinned like ice, grilling me
Coming down slowly alive
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