Tiny Vipers Tiger Mountain
I once knew a person who could understand the way the wind blew
I tried to learn the language but it's as subtle as the mist when the sun is down
He is up in the clouds now he is drawing up the back of each day
No amount of crying now could bring him down he is at a cross between
Everyone would ask me why i hadn't spoke a word in so long
The secret to a language that is spoken by the soul is its silence
All across the mountain they went searching for my ghost but I was hiding
No amount of shouting out could bring them down without my body
Mother can't you hear me I've been blowing through the wind this whole time.
No amount of crying now could bring me down I am an animal.
