Sharpen my body like a pen
Come on I need to show it
Something too small for a lense
Guiding with one single hand
Nothing's wrong you like the feeling
Come on I need to show it
Back on the mountain again
I was standing watching seasons
You're now my only friend
I'm too heavy, I'm the burden
Sitting and picking on myself
It's a shiny, shiny morning
And when the light finds my eye
I'll be fleeting like a scent
I hold my breath and then count to three
Must be five hundred degrees