Table Mountain (Tomáš Mutina Remix) Elektronická hudba

I sail alone
I dream around
I grab your eyes I sail alone

In silence
I shoot alone
As I climb the table mountain
I shoot alone

I sail alone
Towards the faint horizon of his song
And high on Table Mountain
The one who keeps the sound
he sways alone

You’re groping through the white m ess,
you’re dancing on and on,
you can just about to make out
the blind shape of his horns,
your weekend god is swaying
in a brazen soundless scream,
sat atop his mountain, it’s like a dream,
you’re making endless progress
through the thick white fog,
until at last you reach him, as tall as rock,
and there upon the plateau,
above their heads, above the swirling
clouds of smoke and silhouettes,
you’re finally feeling free, like a mountain goat,
your deepest darkest desires ready to unload

I sail alone
I dream around I graze the ground I sail alone

In silence I shoot alone
As I climb the table mountain
I shoot alone

And I you sail alone
Towards the faint horizon of his song
And high on Table Mountain
The one who keeps the sound
he sways alone