Thanks for the Dove

Mountains For Clouds

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You said you couldn't see the horizon from your bedroom window
So the trees and buildings stretch like fingers
Reaching in to pull you outside
You know you lie, you know you lie, you know you lie, you know you lie

The things you wanted never happened

So carry the weight of your decisions in the contours of your face
As you trace your father's footsteps you begin, you begin, you begin