Testo Ticonderoga

You created a fortress
One nail at a time
And once those walls had been completed
You would always stay behind.
So, take your ideals,
Bury them in the sand
Even though we both know
The sea could expose them again. You wouldn’t believe in the mountains if you never saw them
And you can’t get to the top by staring at the bottom.
I’m sorry that I never felt sorry.
It seems strange to me still that I never felt a thing.
And I’m sorry that I wont ever be able…
To see what made those things in life much more real to you than being.
You wouldn’t believe in the mountains if you never saw them
And you can’t get to the top by staring at the bottom.
You’d say; “I don’t know about tomorrow
And fuck our yesterdays.
So, forget these moments present…”
(And I’ll have to paraphrase)
“I could be your strength,
Or I could be the one who takes it away.”
The summer crept by like a lecherous hound It’s alright, I guess the warmth couldn’t always stick around
And we’re cold again
So fucking cold again
I will always feel guilt and my conscience will stay heavy.
But that’s not your concern,
That’s for whoever will judge me
I prey for an end that I know I never want to come.
We pray that it continues even though we are done.
And we’re cold again
So fucking cold again.