Mountains

I don't want to be safe
I want to be young and reckless
I don't want to think about the things they say
All my life I've been climbing up mountains
But I can't see the things that I have left behind

Ivory wings in a garden
Might be enough to go home
I left my heart wrapped in plaster
Left on it's own it grows cold

Lusting for our pride, we wear it like a neckless
Hiding from the pain, until the day we die
Cold and empty hands, all pointing their fingers
Oh look how they weep when others fly

Ivory wings in a garden
Might be enough to go home
I left my heart wrapped in plaster
Left on it's own it grows cold

The things that I have left behind
The things that I have left behind
The things that I have left behind

Ivory wings in a garden
Might be enough to go home
I left my heart wrapped in plaster
Left on it's own it grows cold



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Writer(s): Bryan Robres
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