New Avenues - Mountain Lyrics

This wind isn't blowing
The nights closing in
Nine lives on the table
And fountains of gin
A new wave is crashing
Against mountains of fear
And the world, as it will
Has slipped out of gear
Look down from the mountain
To the city below
When Barton is covered
In a thin sheet of snow
Perception is fleeting
Perception can break
And If I can stay conscious
Then I can stay late
My balance gone
My eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
Balance gone
Eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
Lights always fading
At its on pace
Can I meet you on Hess
At a quarter to 8?
Your heart might be cold,
But Hamilton's colder
I'm out of time
I'm out of order
This wind isn't blowing
The nights closing in
Nine lives on the table
And fountains of gin
A new wave is crashing
Against mountains of fear
And the world, as it will
Has slipped out of gear
My balance gone
My eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
Balance gone
Eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
Lights always fading
At its on pace
Can I meet you on hess
At a quarter to 8
Your heart might be cold
But Hamilton's colder
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of order

This wind isn't blowing
The nights closing in
Nine lives on the table
And fountains of gin
A new wave is crashing
Against mountains of fear
And the world, as it will
Has slipped out of gear
Look down from the mountain
To the city below
When Barton is covered
In a thin sheet of snow
Perception is fleeting
Perception can break
And If I can stay conscious
Then I can stay late
My balance gone
My eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
Balance gone
Eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
Lights always fading
At its on pace
Can I meet you on Hess
At a quarter to 8?
Your heart might be cold,
But Hamilton's colder
I'm out of time
I'm out of order
This wind isn't blowing
The nights closing in
Nine lives on the table
And fountains of gin
A new wave is crashing
Against mountains of fear
And the world, as it will
Has slipped out of gear
My balance gone
My eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
Balance gone
Eyes red
Your voice
It Fills my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
With My balance gone
And both my eyes red
The only voice I hear
Is yours in my head
Lights always fading
At its on pace
Can I meet you on hess
At a quarter to 8
Your heart might be cold
But Hamilton's colder
I'm all out of time
I'm all out of order