we wind 'round those streets
the sky's swollen and there's nowhere to hide
except to climb to the top, the mountain side
on the mountain, god shows you its teeth
robs your breath and blows on your feet
and the mountain will tell you no lies
just the facts and the facts in disguise
a halo of machinery and starless skies
you better get out of the way
the dead are driving back to yesterday
on the mountain, there's dreams in your hair
misty fingers paint z's in the air
and the mountain will tell you no lies
just the facts, dear, and facts in disguise