Ed Kowalczyk Fire On The Mountain
The fever's breakin' on this girl
The sweat is sunning down her back
I taste the salt and dream of oceans
Tears of joy, so glad
We have not lost the will to move
To stand where we must stand
Just when we thought the light had gone
It shows itself again
And as we climb the heat it grows
The purest love you'll know
What dreams we had are fadin' to black
All I got from that city
They're takin' it back
All I need, I believe
What I want, I can't see
The fire on the mountain
Is callin' me home
Where are you baby can you hear
Me calling out your name
Through the fog of spirit making clouds
And making the dark way
And as we climb the sound it grows
The angels trumpet blows
Callin' me home
Speaks to me in whispers
To my soul
Sayin' do not fear the ghosts
That walk this road
No they can't do a thing to you
Turn your eyes to me
And feel right through
