Will the time stand still for the wicked old hill
In the middle of a field of mystic fleece
And breaking day stands still you know it will
With a shadow of light in a backwoods strut
Got the wind boxed in with a physical sin
Breaking grace with a trace of perpetual space
Sound falling downtown with a wet dark sound
And a case of the chase and we're falling back down
Strange black night in a mirrored sight
With the taste of bliss and your spirit can't miss
Got the top pulled down and an orange haze
Looking up the mountaintop kiss the trip to space