Grip

I am
a mountain,
waiting for you to come to me
for the first time.

I sense
your warm breath
against my rock face.
Your sweat seems to drip on my stones.

I'm rocking an angel,
shaking an angel's soul.

I feel
your fingers
probing to find a place,
a place where you can grip.

I'm rocking an angel,
shaking an angel's soul.

What'll you see when you reach the top,
when you look down and the world stops?

I am
a mountain,
waiting for you to come to me
like the last time.

I feel
your fingers
probing to find their place.

I'm rocking an angel,
shaking an angel's soul.

And I'm rocking an angel,
shaking an angel's soul.

What'll you see when you reach the top,
when you look down and the world stops?

One, two.

Rocking an angel.
Shaking an angel's soul...

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This song is performed by Manchester.