Tekster: Thursday. THURSDAY: As He Climbed The Dark Mountain.

I've watched him walk away
to climbed the endless shallow side.
I've watched him holding on.
it was a thousand years, a thousand dreams,
a thousand endings with no goodbye.
He disappeared from me
as he climbed the highest peak of the dark mountain.

Let the mountain sleep in the past with all our bad dreams.

Was it a metaphor
for all the subtle ways that we'd grown apart?
Was it mortality
climbing him high right up the edge of his life?
Into the hands of a loving god,
or the raging void where we get torn apart?
With his hands in the air,
was it laughing or dancing
or only just trying to wave goodbye?
Did he said a prayer for me
as he climbed the highest peak of the dark mountain.

Let the mountain fall.
Strike me down until I can't go on.
Right now, let me fall down
under the ground.

Do we go on alone?
It felt like a thousand years.
It was a thousand miles away