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 or eyes ... Cos' you're a mountain I can't climb yet ... And I'm a painting but you're blinded ... Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh ... 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 ... Cos' you're a mountain I can't climb yet ... And I'm a painting but you're blinded ... Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh ... We've come to realise ... It's us that we despise