Mountains کے بول

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 'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet And I'm a painting But you're blinded Always have to justify How my tongue dances We're barely getting by on taking chances We've come to realize It's us that we dispise 'Cause 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 dispise