Climb the ash grey mound
Reach the summit
Standing oh so high.
Your head spins just like you’re short of breath

But for what you see
The sweating of your brow
You just want more
You crave it
Never knew you would

The descent, it nearly kills you every time
Crashing to the ground you lose your high
Aint no-one there to catch you
When you see the smoke filled room,
Wave goodbye