歌词:
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 realize
We've opened up our eyes
Cuz 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
and we've come to realize
It's us that we despise
Cuz you're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting but you're blinded
we've come to realize
It's us that we despise
