Mountain

I see the scars from the madman's knife Marks on your wrists wear he had you tied You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing I Hear the sad songs your left to sing You thought you could take it day after day You're blessed to still be able to walk away Your mother told you they were dirty old men They say if you don't play you can't win [chorus] You want love You need love Your Love on the Mountaintain His hands were folded as if to pray But he never had any words to say He walked beside you then left you alone To face the fear he places in your soul Prodical Girl, come in out of the cold Rest your feet before you explode Prodical girl I know you hurt I know what they stole