(Jennings/Dorrian)
Sliding down a mountain, as dusk passes to day. The antidote of elation, now lifeless masses wake. Jaws of suxiety open, the luring vampire of agility, a fatal invitation, sight hazing from me.
Chorus :
Oh midnight mountain. I require, inner re-location, back to pinnacles high.
Drowing in empty faces, sinking in banal, I crave the isolation of eventide when perception climbs. I just need the injection, a dose to boost my flight, a sonic blast of moonlight, nucleus ignites
Chorus :
Oh midnight mountain, now I¹m revived, stimulus transcending back to pinnacles high. Screaming at doleful skies, absorbing all my sighs, responding to my cries - downcast a thunder of reprise, won¹t let the next sunrise, signal my landslide, from ecstatic highs. I¹m on top of their demise. |