if our friendship was a mountain
i’d climb it to the peak
and wait there until sunrise
when we'd have a chance to speak

but we are more like a valley
always feeling down together
the sky is so beautiful
we sometimes forget to complain about the weather

now i live in the mountains
and snow falls gently on me again
i forget about the cold,
i forget about the rage

as ice melts in the spring,
memories of you are washed away
they heard that you were gone
and knew they couldn’t stay