Coming down from the mountain Burn a trouble fountain Right away you asked me what is wrong I could say I didn't know the problem I flew home, before christmas She was gone, alone she misses All the words, what if I had stayed Been her friend, her daughter and her maid Oho, we've been found I'm not mad, I'm conflicted You are not bad, you are lifted From yourself, with your landlike heart And I'm your cloth, that's what makes it hard Oho, we've been found They hide in the trees around the meadow Craving on pure liquid metal We dropped our guard.