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're opened up our eyes
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
Your're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting but you're blinded
You strolled the roads as I turned back
Air was calm the sky was black
You wrote a list of things I lack
We're opened up our eyes
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
Your're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting but you're blinded