Mountain
I see the scars from the madman's knife
Marks on your wrists wear he had you tied
You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing
I hear the sad songs your left to sing
You thought you could take it day after day
You're blessed to still be able to walk away
Your mother told you they were dirty old men
They say if you don't play you can't win
You want love you need love
Your love on the mountain
His hands were folded as if to pray
But he never had any words to say
He walked beside you then left you alone
To face the fear he places in your soul
Prodical girl, come in out of the cold
Rest your feet before you explode
Prodical girl I know you hurt
I know what they stole
Montaña
Veo las cicatrices del cuchillo del loco
Marcas en tus muñecas donde te tenía atada
Intentas decirme que no significa nada
Escucho las tristes canciones que te quedan por cantar
Pensaste que podrías soportarlo día tras día
Eres bendecida de poder alejarte
Tu madre te dijo que eran viejos sucios
Dicen que si no juegas, no puedes ganar
Quieres amor, necesitas amor
Tu amor en la montaña
Sus manos estaban juntas como si rezara
Pero nunca tuvo palabras que decir
Caminaba a tu lado y luego te dejaba sola
Para enfrentar el miedo que coloca en tu alma
Chica pródiga, entra del frío
Descansa tus pies antes de explotar
Chica pródiga, sé que te duele
Sé lo que te robaron
Escrita por: Dale Thompson / Troy Thompson