Andreas Kümmert Great Heights song lyrics

How do I wake my spirit cold?

We always say when our history's told

If only we knew the things we know

There's a question ages old

Let me down easy, let me down slow

If all good things ever come and go

Let me back down in a place I know

Hold the nail for the hammer stroke

Oh this my trash, this my tome

Oh this my blood, this my bone

How do I learn my dreams to mold,

To lay them bare in the morning cold?

If they're still out there then the chasm grows

For all you know, for all you've known

Let me down easy, let me down slow

If all good things ever come and go

Let me back down in a place I know

Hold that nail for the hammer stroke

Oh this my weapon, this my loam

Oh this my blood, this my bone

How do I wake my spirit cold?

Most people die but others just go

She's still out there and the chasm grows

Steady are the feet in the morning glow

Oh this my trash, this my tome

Oh this my weapon, this my loam

Oh this my mountain, this is my home