MT

Isn't it like isn't it like paradise?
My feet hit the ground
Followed by the golden morning light
In this valley I roam
I've lived and died so many times
Oh the rose colored glasses
Through peaks and the passes
That I could never retell if I tried

All the perfect people perfect places perfect times

Well it was time to get away from all the city lights
And the pressures from within
There I was finding my purpose on a mountainside
In the crisp Montana wind
Every night our faces were lit by campfires and
We laughed until the quiet came
In the moment none of us were gonna say it
But we wish it'd never have to change
Is always constant
Couldn't keep this if we tried

I saw that last sunrise and cried
(Can't believe it's really over)
Ghosted town and a hesitant drive
(Snow capped and cloudy amber)
'Cause it'll never be the same again
But there's a beauty to impermanence
A love-hate relationship with time
I could never stop september

All the perfect people perfect places perfect times
Hard to believe that I lived it through my own two eyes
Tears from the atop the tower and an existential crisis
I'll soak up every hour but it eventually runs dry

Cause how could I call another place home?
Home

I saw that last sunrise and cried
(Can't believe it's really over)
Ghosted town and a hesitant drive
(Snow capped and cloudy amber)
'Cause it'll never be the same again
(Never be the same)
But there's a beauty to impermanence
(Beauty to the flame)
A love-hate relationship with time
I could never stop September

Cause even though it's come and gone I have realized
There's a beauty to the amber