Paroles: The Unicorns. Ghost Mountain.

when we climbed to the peak/we planted a flag
but the second we had/I felt bad
and then night came/so we got in our sleeping bags
when someone told a story/about something dead and gory

there was heat/from the fire
but i still froze/when i saw the ghost X2

i told the gang/we weren't welcome
the ghost made that clear
so we stepped back/but it was drawing near
and it lunged for our throats/so we packed our things, made tracks
undid our footprints/even furled our flag

and we were gone
but what was on/the mountain top? X2

Sweet nothing! I made it up!
So we'd make it down/with no territorial claim X2