Rome - Prayer lyrics

We're the cloud people getting by on less
Sleeping under thatch not talking much
Writing so much less a few poems perhaps

We let go of the world
Working the higher slopes
Out of touch with the times
But not the seasons

Having none of your doubts
And none of your reasons
And it comes down to this:
We traded flatland dust for mountain mist
To be distant insignificant

And you know we're there
Beyond your city walls
Where you see lone columns of smoke
After the snowfalls

Don't think we've been pushed
From their hearts and minds
Though sage kings are gone
And left deserted shrines

We live on unseen in the mountain fires

Try not to be alike with your beads so new
Crowded mountains won't do

And though your tongues are full
And there are words to speak
None of them are real none of them will heal

Ten thousand things all in this breath
Grasping hold of emptiness
Grasping hold of emptiness