Vārdi: Andrew Peterson. The Far Country. Mountains On The Ocean Floor.

My uncle?s in the county jail
His time is on his hands
He knows he chose a barren cell
Over a fair and fertile land

He took another hit
He hit another high
He flew until he fell
Just like he has a thousand times

Nothing ever seems to change
But miles away beneath the waves

There are mountains
Mountains on the ocean floor
They?re rising from the deep
But no one ever sees
No one ever sees

I can?t believe I landed there
I swear I swore it off
I know that I can?t stand it here
Still I came and took a fall

I wish that I could shake it
I wish that I was free
I wish that I was half the man
I wish that I could be

There are mountains
Mountains on the ocean floor
They?re moving up so slow
No one ever knows
No one ever knows

Nothing ever seems to change
But miles away beneath the waves
Down below the dirt
Hotter than a flame
In the belly of the earth
He has given you a Name

There are mountains
Mountains on the ocean floor
They?re rising from the deep
Where no one ever sees
There are mountains
They?re hidden there beneath the waves
They?re moving up so slow
No one ever knows
There?s a molten heart of stone
That is waiting to explode
Only God can see it grow