Can you feel it? He says. Can you feel the mountains crumbling, Falling apart on a grand scale?
Well I can feel them dissolving around me, Failing everything and burning the forests down. Ruining my chances with a girl just for being me, Coz the rivers run dry with a sludgy mess of ash and liquid confidence.
Running higher and standing tall, but the more I climb the steeper it gets. The winds whip my face and slash my wrists, And the one person who can help, is falling down too. If only I could have helped you sooner.
Up here the butterflies are dragons, And the clouds are choking me out. Perhaps I'm not as far up as I thought, But the pressure here is too much for me, and theres no rescue team in sight.