Smooth and altogether white, Same on the inside. It was my Birthday, I felt its weight like A stone. I listened for the sound of it, Smelled for the smell of it. And it was My birthday. Down below the garden's bed, weak Deep and dirty lead, sinking to the Surface making a fine, fine mess. If I don't clean it up, I better get Used to it, sinking to the surface. Sometimes I forget you took your Chances with another, there is coal In the ivory. Depends on how you see it, that Ain't how I see it, sneaking through The fence of my long eyelashes. You can say that it's the first time, But it ain't the first time, sneaking Through the fence. Chorus Can you see us through the Mountain, heart of mine? Chorus