Titan
Walk 5 feet above the mountain
The landscape remains the same
Walk 5 feet below the ground
The landscape is unchanged
I know my home's eroding
The mountain rise again
I've seen the ocean rising
only the stones remain
I've heard the Titan stirring
I don't know who to blame
This water tastes like wine
This water tastes like turpentine
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave a trail of tears behind
I didn't travel all this way
Just to drag a tail behind
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave my hands and nails behind
Everybody prays that
The rain will shatter the dam
The water will turn the mortar to sand
The engineers have done All they can
But we're damned
Little lost lamb
I've done all I can
The barn door has blown shut
And the brook is rising up
To move, to breath
We must cherish these
We have these things like feet
The townies saw a monster
But the monster saw a man
The coroner's report found a flower in his hand
Before pitchforks and torches
Ferdinand made his last stand
The farmer dropped his sword
And went back to his plow
The children it had frightened
Were even more scared now
The minister and mayor told the people to be proud
And when they went to bed
They tossed and turned all night
But when the sun came up
They never saw the light
And when the worms had finished them
They knew that they were right
This mountain has a mind of its own
The landscape remains the same
Walk 5 feet below the ground
The landscape is unchanged
I know my home's eroding
The mountain rise again
I've seen the ocean rising
only the stones remain
I've heard the Titan stirring
I don't know who to blame
This water tastes like wine
This water tastes like turpentine
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave a trail of tears behind
I didn't travel all this way
Just to drag a tail behind
I didn't travel all this way
Just to leave my hands and nails behind
Everybody prays that
The rain will shatter the dam
The water will turn the mortar to sand
The engineers have done All they can
But we're damned
Little lost lamb
I've done all I can
The barn door has blown shut
And the brook is rising up
To move, to breath
We must cherish these
We have these things like feet
The townies saw a monster
But the monster saw a man
The coroner's report found a flower in his hand
Before pitchforks and torches
Ferdinand made his last stand
The farmer dropped his sword
And went back to his plow
The children it had frightened
Were even more scared now
The minister and mayor told the people to be proud
And when they went to bed
They tossed and turned all night
But when the sun came up
They never saw the light
And when the worms had finished them
They knew that they were right
This mountain has a mind of its own
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Harrington, Syd Butler, Seth Jabour, Harrison Haynes
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