I hold the weight of every guest
The mountain wind will never rest
My rusted hinges creak and groan
I watch the frozen world alone
Green ribbons paint the velvet black
The winter wind is pushing back
I see the light on peaks of white
The neon ghost of northern night
The climbers pant in heavy air
They bring their burdens and despair
I keep the frost inside my bone
A heavy heart of carved grey stone
The coffee steam is long gone cold
The stories that the pilgrims told
They shiver near the temple wall
I wait for every flake to fall
Green ribbons paint the velvet black
The winter wind is pushing back
I see the light on peaks of white
The neon ghost of northern night
I am the lock, I am the key
No one can tell me how to be
Just a slab of metal and grit
Waiting for the torch to be lit
The sky is leaking emerald ink
I watch the silver planets blink
The wind is howling through the pine
I hold the summit's jagged line
Green ribbons paint the velvet black
The winter wind is pushing back
I see the light on peaks of white
The neon ghost of northern night
Just a gate in the snow.
Let the cold wind blow.
