hitting at the question how
would explain why i'm so scared
scared of being wrong i stay
everything is still unclear
from the top of this mountain
pulling the wool over my eyes
the colour of indigo blue
why i'm no one that you choose?
i wish the noise would cover up my conscience voice
i'm told that it's not my choice
from the top of this mountain
colouring the rest of our lives
and i'll always make pain-making mistakes
but i don't care if you're mine
keep our pictures on display
'cause i'll love you 'til the end of time
from the top of this mountain
pulling the wool over my eyes
colouring the rest of our lives