Turn Your Head - Fialta

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