Cowboy Mountain (Weatherbox)

We made our ways to the topOur feet were pressed and worn out by the rocks Mountain and moon and the creeping fog We drummed on ourselves and watched I want I want this to be yours I want I want this to be yours Swelling love for all of you Swelling love for all of you We went back the next night Our apparitions were all present And displayed in the light They laughed at my body And they flew in tight And we made this their burial site (Everybody!) We want We want this to be yours We want We want this to be yours Swelling love for all of you Swelling love for all of you And the ghosts fall in behind me Ghostly rows of ghostly feet I'm in control and then seem to know And we march ourselves back towards the street Swelling love for all of you Swelling love for all of you