from the morning when i rise from my bed.
'til the evening when i lay my head in slumber.
oh, the loss of you does wreck my days...
leaves me with a violent hunger.

i will never be free from you.
'til i escape the lions jaw.

there's no welcome in the end.
there's no reason to return again.

the mountains stood so large.
we were humbled.
we walked a high and lonely path.
the sun beat down on the ground.
we looked around this.
there were no trees there.
we found a creek there.
we dipped our feet there.
we were alone there.
there was still hope there.

there had been a great disaster.
the hot winds came just after.
a tremendous shock was filmed.
survivors often tell...
the trees all hit the ground.
death was all around. but.
not a single lonesome sound.

the example lay before you.
you knew what you had to do.
you had the pressure in you to destroy the one who loved you.
the death was all around.

you were hotter to me than a summer.
burn me up the day we went to mount saint helens.
and if the special death you gave to me is the prize i get to take home...
silently(?) suffer with the fact that i could never be your friend.
i could never come back home again.