mountains

you wrote me notes on paper bags

you strolled the roads as i turned back

air was calm the sky was black

you wrote a list of things i lack

we've come to realise

we've opened up our eyes

'cause you're a mountain i can't climb yet

and i'm a painting but you're blinded

i always have to justify how my tongue dances

we're barely getting by on taking chances

we've come to realise

it's us that we despise

'cause you're a mountain i can't climb yet

and i'm a painting but you're blinded

we've come to realise

it's us that we despise