Fire On The Mountain – Ed Kowalczyk – letras

The fever’s breaking on this girlThe sweat is running down her backI taste the salt and dream of oceansTears of joy, so gladWe have not lost the will to moveTo stand when we must standJust when we thought the light had goneIt shows itself againAnd as we climb the heat it growsThe purest love you’ll knowWhat dreams we had are fading to blackAll I got from that city,They’re takin’ it backAll I need, I believeWhat I want, I can’t seeThe fire on the mountainIs calling me homeWhere are you baby can you hearMe calling out your nameThrough the fog of spirit making cloudsAnd making dark the wayAnd as we climb the sound it growsThe angels trumpet blowsCalling me homeSpeaks to me in whispersTo my soulSaying do not fear the ghosts that walk this roadNo they can’t do a thing to youTurn your eyes to meAnd feel right through