Sharpen my body like a pen

Come on I need to show it

Something too small for a lense

If I rub it, if I wipe it

Guiding with one single hand

Nothing's wrong, you like the feeling

I am all over the land

Come on, I need to show it

Back on the mountain again

I was standing watching seasons

You're now my only friend

I'm too heavy, I'm the burden

Sitting and picking on myself

It's a shiny, shiny morning

And when the light finds my eye

I'll be fleeting like a scent

I hold my breath and then count to three

On and on, outworn

Must be five hundred degrees

Can't sail on, outworn

I hold my breath and then count to three

On and on, outworn

Must be five hundred degrees

Will it show, in my show