take me back to the mountain i'm surennour impressions still lay there on it's floornnon these marks we will beginnnand i will call this to the windnnnnwhat have we really got to losennif you fight the good fight you'll come out bruisednnwe'll soon be two fighters giving innnto the rolling waters on our mountainnnnnmarian i've got nothing to provennthis city'll surely drown us soonnnlet's call the landlord in the morningnnof our leave he'll have warningnnnnbrick walls long halls got me caughtnnwith growing lonely crowds we've foughtnnwe could be on our mountain pathnnsinging we're not looking back