Fialta - Turn Your Head

You’re so scared, with your feet in the air
We’ve got passes to climb till we’re there
Was the view much more, more sublime than you bargained for?
It’s a terror to stomach, but babe, it’s your war

You see those pilgrims crawling, inching ‘round
Those ragged little—

Turn your head around
Don’t try to read those warnings written out
On all those tiny crosses; they all try to measure
Threads by those who went before them

Did you find you can dilate your time?
You’re a prodigal, babe, but you’re mine
Won’t you try? Won’t you kiss the divide?
Oh I know you’re contending with these bigger skies

You see those pilgrims crawling, inching round
Those ragged little curves, they're leaning out
They're begging for it...

Turn your head around
Don’t try to read those warnings written out
On all those tiny crosses; they all try to measure
Threads by those who went before them