The Lonely Mountains

G Awoken each night G F By something I can feel. G G And it rages in the room, G F and does not leave, Am F There are tracks in the mud, F G dirt, rooted up. F G And I wait out in the field, G F for what I've lost to a fear. F G Spring out from the ground, G F spring out up through my heels. G And the mountains, G F are they nothing to reveal? G I'm awoken in the night. G F Is it the eel? F G I hurl on the carpet, G F and the feeling does not leave. Am F There are tracks in the mud, F G dirt, rooted up. F G And I wait out in the field, G F for what I've lost to a fear. F G Spring out from the ground, G F spring out up through my heels. G And the mountains, G F are they nothing to reveal? G G F G And fields in my eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G In my Eyeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F G Eyeeeeeeeeeee... G F Eyeeeeeeeeeee...