Magic Mountain

Once the fever subsides

I'll return to the flatlands

A new man, a new man

Playing king, slowing time

Bundled for our rest cure with your X-ray in my locket

Planting seeds, idle hours

Chained to my reflection in the shadow of a mountain

Playing king, playing bride

Blooming in my leisure, slipping hours left uncounted

You and me, and soon ours

Bury me beside you in the shadow of my mountain