• With all my heart, the peaks are calling my name
    From there the echo of your voice will be mine forevermore
    No city noise
    Crying children
    Silky liars with friendly masks
    I want only you
    My spine trembles
    As if your fingers trace me from my throat
    To the tip of my tail
    And it feels as if my faith is going to drive me from my mountain top
    My arms open to the free fall
    Your voice