Britbird.

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've come to realize
We've opened up our eyes

Cause you're, a mountain
I can't, climb yet
And I'm, a painting
But you're blinded

Always have to justify,
How my tongue dances
We're barely getting by on,
Taking chances

 

We've come to realize
It's us that we despise

Cause you're, a mountain
I can't, climb yet
And I'm, a painting
But you're blinded