Lyrics
I listen in and watch the weatherman talk
And plan a day to climb the tallest of mountains I'd leave a note right at the top to tell the world That I made it
I would love to live and die in this town And hide under a rock and never resurface I'd leave a note right at the top to tell the world That I made it
Pull the trigger The gun I read all of your poetry Holy painter Who's bent on scaffold Chinese whispers Making me think there's more Enter God in the morning light