I rather climb the mountains tall and bright That plunge their arms into the earth with might Then to roll around in mud and soil And confuse the rocks for precious stones I rather seek theophany, and stay awake, not fall asleep I rather lean on trees that's rooted deep That makes a storm look like a summer breeze Then to chase a leaf into the wind, around the world, but never in I rather seek theophany, and stay awake, not fall asleep But I know there's forces within me That chain my will, set dragons free But I see, your angels over me Oh I see, your angels over me I rather climb the mountains tall and bright That plunge their arms into the earth with might Then to roll around in mud and soil And confuse the rocks for precious stones I rather seek theophany, and stay awake, not fall asleep