bring the mountain to me - Trace Mountains

Bring the mountain to me

I hear her crying

And everything is laughing at me

My high place is constantly changing

And sounds strained effortlessly

Various things came to me then

Like an urge to ask my uncle who talks like a cop

If everything is dirt, how much could it really be worth?

He said the mountain offers me

A television and comforting things

The peace she brings, never over done it seems

Everything is dirt to me and its becoming coffee

In the home lay a silent dream

Dream into dream

The message some, the time will become

A platform, a divot, a hole in the ground covered up into the sound

Of the mountain offering clarity and comforting things

The dream she brings

She can cry to the river but no one seems to see