I'm standing on the mountain with you.
Could it be the most beautiful thing?
Just us with the world in our view
as we're looking out over the edge.

Last night was a walk in the forest.
It started so strongly with you.
The rustling leaves casting shadows.
Just us with the world in our view.

We stood on the hills in the moonlight.
We watched stars on the grass by the stream.
And neither of us would consider a world
alone coming home from this dream.

But we always descend to the lowlands
and come out of the forest to camp.
We stand in the starlight and dampen it out
then look for the light in our tent.

Now I'm standing on the mountain with you.
Would we choose something different instead?
Just us with the world in our view
and we're looking out over the edge.