Little Mountains In The Sky
Little floating mountains in the sky, covered in snow all painted white. A monument of what once was, The things we said but could never be. Blocking out the Sun and Sheltering us from its lights little sugar-coated lies in everyone's eyes the promises we made but never meant to keep our voices are so meaningless they're just waves in the Wind. The door is standing open wide in front of you and if you dare to cross it will lead to your room where somberly you sleep waiting for the kiss of the morning sun to come and wake you from your dreams. Oh I'm fine, but the moment I saw you turn around is when I began to die. Oh I'm fine, but the moment I saw you walk away that's when my hell began. Thinking back at all the things I used to have my losses as great as have been will never determine my spirits Within.















