Summit
3 minRockfolk rock
Slow burn. 283 moves a minute, peaking at 400 units a second.
One long climb up a Scottish mountain before the light comes, then the whole way back down. Folk rock, rising the entire first half.
Lyrics
Base Camp
Rain on the bothy roof, and your dick is hard before I touch it
We have a mountain to do before the light comes, so spit on it, we start now
Grip... grip... hold...
The Climb
Rise... rise... climb... climb... higher... higher...
Every hundred feet I take you, you get closer to the crown
Climb... climb... climb... hold... climb... climb... higher...
The wind is loud, my hand is cold, my pussy is not, you do not care, do you
Rise... rise... rise... raise... raise... higher... hold...
Nearly. Nearly. Climb... climb... climb... climb... peak.
The Summit
The whole country under us, and your cock in my fist
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, fuck me on the top
All the way up, all the way down, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke
Faster, harder, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, come on the cairn, shout it into the wind
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke... hold... hold...
The Descent
Drop... drop... sink... sink... lower... lower... deeper...
Easing... easing... sink... rest...
Fall... fall... fall... hold...
Bothy
Back in the bothy, and the rain has not quit, and neither has my mouth
Still... stop.
Sleep. Oh my god, sleep. There is a bigger one behind it.
