Last night a big, cold mountain raised up outside my door
Tall as the clouds it stretches, never once seen before
I fear should I try to round it I'd be forever lost
Somewhere by that big, cold mountain covered in frost
There's one million words for heartache, one million names for pain
Last night I braved the mountain, tackled its wintry peak
Where standing an icy gust lifted me off my feet
These days I've grown accustomed to the mountain outside my door
Which, like the wolves, has circled; the path leading round is no more