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're opened up our eyes

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 

Your're a mountain I can't climb yet 
And I'm a painting but you're blinded