All through the night
We wind 'round those streets
Looking for nothing
And trying not to sleep
The sky's swollen and there's nowhere to hide
Except to climb to the top, the mountain side

On the mountain, God shows you its teeth
Robs your breath and blows on your feet
And the mountain will tell you no lies
Just the facts and the facts in disguise
On the mountain

The city's waiting
She has yellow eyes
A halo of machinery and starless skies
The siren's calling
You better get out of the way
The dead are driving back to yesterday

On the mountain, there's dreams in your hair
Misty fingers paint z's in the air
And the mountain will tell you no lies
Just the facts, dear, and facts in disguise

On the mountain
On the mountain
On the mountain
On the mountain