The Mountains

So you think the wait is over And it's time to leave it all behind Seems like you never learned your lesson How could you ever be so blind Every little thing we build together Only waits until we tear it down Hear the thunder, hear the howling wind You know too well how it all will end So hold it close and never let it go Before it all will fall apart again So you think that we are different I'm afraid that never was the case I must admit I used to think the same thing I know the truth is hard to face We might be good at making something out of nothing But we prefer to kill the things we love Hear the thunder, hear the howling wind You know too well how it all will end So hold it close and never let it go Before it all will fall apart again