Woke up to the road
My belly made of stone
Thinking of you
Ohh ohh-ohh
You speak in tongues the mountains know
You twist your hair
You let it grow
And on the hunt you hear me sing
On your shoulders all the way
You bring the chamois down to the valley
Just as you used to carry me
Woke up to the loss with my voice of sand
Everything happens all at once
I saw it in the haunted house
You have a daughter now
And both our dads died in half a year
My hands and feet give away more than anything I could say
Oh the mountains know everything
And on the hunt you hear me sing
On your shoulders all the weight
You bring the chamois down to the valley
Just as I used to carry everything