Seven years in Tibet

Are you OK
You've been shot in the
head
And I'm holding your brains
The old woman said
So I drink in the shadows
Of an evening sky
See nothing at all

The stars look so special
The snow looks so old
A frail form is drifting
Beyond the yoga-zone
Time to question the
mountain
Why pigs can fly
It's nothing at all

I praise to you
Nothing ever goes away
I praise to you
Nothing ever goes
I praise to you