Hundred Years

Great power, please save me I went and fell right for her trap The apple bit me back Great sorrow, it takes me Through hotter hell on the devil's map To an old wood shack Such a dangerous thing, you It'd take a hundred years to explain you Great mountain, before me How do I make the other side I ain't got much time Great fountain, restore me She told me I could never climb But she told me lies Such a dangerous thing, you It'd take a hundred years to explain you A hundred years, I'll be long, long gone I'll be bone dry, bones by then A hundred years, and my soul drones on Until I make it back around again A hundred years, when I'm somebody else You can ask me in that life A hundred more, and maybe I'll get it right