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're 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