Magic Mountain

Once the fever subsides I'll return to the flatlands A new man, a new man Playing king, slowing time Bundled for our rest cure with your x-ray in my locket Planting seeds, idle hours Chained to my reflection in the shadow of a mountain Playing king, playing bride Blooming in my leisure, slipping hours left uncounted You and me, and soon ours Bury me beside you in the shadow of my mountain