Fighting the Mountains - Oliver Weers

There it comes

The attack

Once again

Senses flicker

You keep up

You keep on

And again

Pull that trigger

Hard to fight

Not alright

Gone again

Heart beats quicker

Smell of dirt

Gonna hurt

Blurred again

Dead city slicker

It’s gonna hurt again mate

It’s gonna wreck you out

It’s gonna hurt to hate

It might tear your heart out

Fighting the mountains

Thinking of happiness was near

The way we were, valued so dear

Back at home

Left alone

In the dark

Senses flicker

Never best

Never blessed

Wrong again

Pull that trigger

Giant eyes

Full of lies

And again

Heart beats quicker

Wanna run

With a gun

But again

Dead city slicker

It’s gonna hurt again mate

It’s gonna wreck you out

It’s gonna hurt to hate

It might tear your heart out

Fighting the mountains

Thinking if happiness was near

The way we were, valued so dear

Blasting the mountains

Losing all my fear

Take to your waters

Shake off your power

Oh and ghosts climb in your head

Fighting the mountains

Thinking if happiness was near

The way we were, valued so dear

Blasting the mountains

Losing all my fear

Thinking if happiness was near