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
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
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
