Mountains
A tidal wave to wash away our sins
At the end of the chapter we won't remember anything
So climb above those grounding flaws
And follow the rabbit, the atlas around these concrete halls... again
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
A cumbersome motif that weighs our strings
The consent defence, a chance to repent and fray these seams
So rise above don't clip your wings
And run from the past, the future a mess of all your hopes... and fears
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
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Mountains
A tidal wave to wash away our sins
At the end of the chapter we won't remember anything
So climb above those grounding flaws
And follow the rabbit, the atlas around these concrete halls... again
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
A cumbersome motif that weighs our strings
The consent defence, a chance to repent and fray these seams
So rise above don't clip your wings
And run from the past, the future a mess of all your hopes... and fears
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
A tidal wave to wash away our sins
At the end of the chapter we won't remember anything
So climb above those grounding flaws
And follow the rabbit, the atlas around these concrete halls... again
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
A cumbersome motif that weighs our strings
The consent defence, a chance to repent and fray these seams
So rise above don't clip your wings
And run from the past, the future a mess of all your hopes... and fears
We push our lungs beyond, in the ambulance
Diamonds never gold and worn out faces
Where do we belong with no mountain to call our own
Writer: Corban Koschak
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management