Here's your clear view to these misty mountains.
To these misty mountains, I'm a point of dew.
I’m a point of dew, dropped among the trivial things we do to elude the nature of all things.
To elude the nature of all things, like this cold stone…
Like this cold stone…
…set upon the bottom of this river,
flown,
tearing through the canyon where I roam on my own…
…without eyes to see.
This cold stone…
…set here on its own…
…west of the mountains,
straight toward the sun,
…leading me closer to this lone bloom of a trillium…

…west of the mountains,
straight toward the sun,
…leading me closer to my home.

Here's your clear view to an open skyline.
An open skyline - now a shade of blue…
Now a shade of blue is pulling my emotion far from you,
and what's true is complicating things.
Like this cold stone…
…set upon the bottom of this canyon…
This canyon – grown…
…grown into such a journey…
Such a journey, I had never known…
I had never known anything so hard to achieve.
These cold bones…
…set here on this throne…
…west of the mountains,
straight toward the sun,
…leading me closer to this lone bloom of a trillium…

…west of the mountains,
straight toward the sun,
…leading me closer to my home.