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