Carve the Sky

The sun hits my face, cold air bites my skin
A world of white diamonds, the day's about to begin
I cut through the powder, it's champagne beneath
No need for a rocket, I've got skis on my feet

Every turn feels like flying, no wings, no sound
Just me and the mountains, no ceiling, no ground

I'm done with the grind, the rush, the chase
Just the snow beneath, and the wind on my face
With every turn, I'm alive, I'm free
The mountain calls, and that's home to me
Give me the slope, the edge, the thrill
Gravity fades as I'm carving the hill

Austria's peaks, they sparkle and gleam
Carving these curves feels just like a dream
The fresh alpine air fills my tired lungs
Each turn a rhythm, a song unsung

The years fall away, I'm young once more
With each perfect line, I find my core

I'm done with the grind, the rush, the chase
Just the snow beneath, and the wind on my face
With every turn, I'm alive, I'm free
The mountain calls, and that's home to me
Give me the slope, the edge, the thrill
Gravity fades as I'm carving the hill

No space shuttle needed, no engines, no roar
Just the pull of the earth and my skis wanting more
The rush, the release, the mountain's embrace
Each turn a whisper, my perfect place

So here's to the powder, the sun, and the snow
To the glitter, the spark, to the freedom I know
As long as there's mountains, I'll chase the high
Gravity's got nothing, I'm ready to fly

I'm done with the grind, the rush, the chase
Just the snow beneath, and the wind on my face
With every turn, I'm alive, I'm free
The mountain calls, and that's home to me
Give me the slope, the edge, the thrill
Gravity fades as I'm carving the hill