Lyrics

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 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

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Artist: aplin, gabrielle