Mountains of Size

Swept up leaves
An un-made bed of roses
I Planted seeds
And the deepest roots are darker

Slow
Down
The things that I have made
But they're yours to misplace

Are these the hands you despise
Gift wrapped and ordered to
Feel so right
You keep me wanting
And they build you your mountains of size
Carved out the valleys by candlelight
I watched them burning

From the scene
My memory seems to say
I've walked in this place, with this face

And its torn apart
By fading scars
Those leaves
And they're down by our feet
From the same old trees

Swept up leaves
Unmade beds of roses
Now, you see
The things that I have made
They're all in decay
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And it's blown apart
By fading scars
Those leaves
And they're down by our feet
From the same old trees



Credits
Writer(s): Colder Suns
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