Like a mountain at its peaks
And Lizzy on the top of the world,
It speaks, how it speaks to me
Not the devilish tears from your mouth
The opaque sunlight streaming through your eyes
And the winged bats lingering around your forehead
Sighing, screeching, and wailing
What I hear is not your voice
Nor the trilling melody of the birds
Nor the crashing tides of the waterfall
Nor the beastly gasps of the wind
But like a mountain at its peaks
And Lizzy on top of the world,
Your heart, how it speaks to me.
Now I know your true self.