Cirrus - reprise by Scurvy Rickets Lyrics

I feel my ghost
Haunting me
As the mountain passes
Time plays tricks, but
It always passes

Cirrus clouds upon these mountains
Ghosts of dreams that happen, some we only imagined
I wasn't prepared for this

Tiers of mountains and cliffs
When I pictured this scene
It was more than broken dreams

These mountain slopes
Retain my ghost
But you're not there
Just thinning mountain air

Heading back home
To a place we never lived
Emptied of the future we had hoped
Carrying your legacy
And leaving behind our ghost