Fountain Songtext

Though this world may be unkind
there's no sense whining over our spilled wine
it amounts to nothing but wasted time
and wasted time's not a friend of mine
so long time lover let's head for the hills
run from this town in the search for our fountain
one day they'll ?nd us frozen and still
miles from this life on top of a mountain
where we'll stay preserved in the ice from decay
as the world melts away