Between Two Fires - The Mountains

I was born again every night

Into trial for a while

Half awake, out of breath

Shivering, saying things

What’s happening?

What’s going on?

Who’s hiding there?

Anywhere?

The other side of getting by is losing every sense of pride

When our lungs collapse

When our voices dissolve

I will join the choir

When the waves roll in

And we all turn to dust

In between two fires

I’ll try to forgive myself

On mountain tops, in monasteries

On river banks, in cemeteries

In prison cells, on balconies

In dancing halls, through guillotines

I was born again, every night

Tunnelling to the light

The other side of getting by is losing every sense of pride

Above a thousand islands in my sleep

We lose our treasures in the sea

I find myself now proudly stealing the parts I need for me

When our lungs collapse

When our voices dissolve

I will join the choir

When the waves roll in

And we all turn to dust

In between two fires

I’ll try to forgive myself