Fall Of George Mallory

and the birds eat your insides
clutching the mountainside
it's where the day takes you
did you think you'd try to climb the face
there's longing and it breaks you
synthetic lungs filling up with concrete
didn't miss a breath when you climbed so high
could you see your wife and child
and where you ready to die
a million miles away
would you throw it all away to climb back down
simples dreams and the mainstream
it's where the day takes you
simple dreams and the mainstream
but you chose to die
a million miles from home