(Cowering) At The Foot Of The Mountain

So proud and tall, but endure the days
Back at you as they see
And at times, you grant my request
Just before the rain
Ambivalent, spiked of stone

And as the darkness falls
You're all dressed in distant scars
And I will sleep in your arms
Distant hills lay silent

How in these autumn days
You're clothed in rain clouds
For weeks
And I'll grow to resent you
Just as the night falls
And I'm reminded

That the cold wind would blow right through me
If it weren't for you
If it weren't for you
That the cold wind would blow right through me
If it weren't for you
If it weren't for you

And as the darkness falls
You'rе all dressed in distant scars
And I will sleep in your arms
Distant hills lay silent