There's too many ways. To take you on To few are the windows in your days to move on And the Fog drowns the mountain out in the evening And the sun holds is gaze around, it is retreating But save all you know, as you stand there seething Embrace the bitter cold, and hold the feeling It will be morning, and you'll be moving soon And you hold to fight the wind as its breathing We all lose sight once or twice when we start hearing And the Fog drowns the mountain out, in the evening The sun holds its gaze around, but is still retreating But save all you know, as you stand there seething Embrace the bitter cold, and hold the feeling It will be morning, and you'll be moving soon You will be moving soon You will be moving soon It will be morning soon It will be morning soon