I listen in and watch the weatherman talk
And plan a day to climb the tallest of mountains
I'd leave a note right at the top to tell the world
That I made it

I would love to live and die in this town
And hide under a rock and never resurface
I'd leave a note right at the top to tell the world
That I made it

(Pull)
The trigger
The gun

I read all of your poetry
Holy painter
Who's bent on scaffold
In Chinese whispers
Making you think there's more
Enter God in the morning light