Down from the Mountain

I'm beginning to see, I'm beginning to see
What these people mean when they say it's over

I was born, I was born
To fight this face and mourn the loss of it

Spill the ink, forget to think
You learn to write, when you learn to drink

Oh but you have got the gift of the broken voice
That was just white noise

Oh I thought we were free
Oh I thought we were free
I don't know why we can't breathe, we came down from the mountain