It’s been a cruel, cruel summer
You used to cry in the deep ??
Light got struck from the memory
There's no bird in this one
They put on your nicest dress
Then laid blanket cross your face
Prince has switched from one to tree
Empty bottles counting leaves
Skin of my skin
Now you're just bones
This lonely mountain is my own
Silent days of conversation
Been escaping to dream
Breathing South ropes on the table
Memory of me
Skin of my skin
Now you're just bones
This lonely mountain is my own
Love of my love
?? stone
This lonely mountain is my own