Stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring Tristan, I get dizzy at these heights Tristan, when will you leave me behind?
Stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring Tristan, I get dizzy at these heights Tristan, when will you leave me behind?