In the Appalachian mountains...
North of hopes and dreams,
in the cold, 35 degrees C in a black hole, a soulless soul...,
one wish, one wish in the fountain,
I'd sell my soul for a dime;
so, forgive me the soulless time,
in the cold, 42 degrees C in a black hole, high in a cave;
my saving grace,
my will left behind,
what more could you find?
'cause I've lost it all;
even my mind,
32 degree's C west of hope,
hope will always float;
down the liquor of dreams,
rewind what you see;
down the liquor of dreams....
