the white mountains - Gatsbys American Dream

The thing is we live in fear — fear of the monsters in control

Three-legged machines that haunt my dreams

Machines made of metal so cold

Could there be something to believe?

A place where we can find the refuge we need

Dwarfing the trees, the machines block out the sky

Machines fueled by ugliness and greed

Could this be something to believe?

A place where we can find the refuge that we need

A place where their long arms can’t reach

Up in the mountains where we can still believe

From the heights we’ll wage this war for all the things we long for

So we can think the way we like

This could be something to believe

A place where we can live the music that we breathe

Our lungs are strong as is our song

Up in the mountains where we can still believe

From the heights we’ll wage this war for all the things we long for

So we can sing the way we like