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