When I Came Down from the Mountain

The air was heavy with a whore’s perfume
When I came down from the mountain
Our sleepy hollow was a fetid lagoon
When I came down from the mountain
The tablets were heavy, sure but I’m stronger now
And I’m free
Free of all base instinct

My head was dizzy from the lofty ideas
When I came down from the mountain
My wife was very, very beautiful
And gone

How am I going to live down here?
How am I going to make things right?
Who am I going to be?
How am I going to live?

I shaved my head
I put on the robes
Attended to the sacred garden
I worked in silence
Until I was clean
And then I came down from the mountain
How long she waited…
Before she broke down to break free?

How am I going to live down here?
How am I going to make things right?
How am I going to live?
Who am I going to be?
Who?

The air was heavy with a whore’s perfume
Our sleepy hollow was a fetid lagoon
The tablets were heavy, sure but I’m stronger now

How am I going to live down here?
How am I going to make things right?
Who am I going to be?
How am I going to live?