Mountains
You wrote me notes on paper bagsYou strolled the roads as I turned backAir was calm the sky was blackYou wrote a list of things I lack
We've come to realiseWe're opened up our eyes
'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yetAnd I'm a painting but you're blinded
I always have to justify how my tongue dancesWe're barely getting by on taking chancesWe've come to realiseIt's us that we despise
'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yetAnd I'm a painting but you're blinded
We've come to realiseIt's us that we despise