here we go mistaking clouds for mountains, oh
here's the thing that brings the sparrows to the fountains, oh
here's the thing that makes you run for the highlands
here we go mistaking clouds for mountains.
There's some reason why I can't sit still
Every waking moment I feel so unfulfilled
I try to lie down but I don't know how
Baby when I'm sleeping it feels less like I am dreaming
Oh my god
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