To the Top

Duration

3:13

Genres

Ambient/Chill

Description

Lyrics

We've got a myriad complications We've got a pound of hateful lies We've got a file full of facts and figures of the failures in our life And the mountain it looms before me And the summit it glares at me But we'll rise to the top and if it don't stop staring, I'm going to kick it in the teeth. What's carried in the air that it should smell so sweetly? If I said that any else compared, you would hardly believe me Well at last we're together And we're finally on top I want to stay here forever We'll never stop You've got a couple of second cousins You've got a couple of grandpas too They've got a couple of cheeks A couple times gonna get a couple kisses from you But now seven is sacred And soft, subtly scented And we sit safely chaperoned to share several seconds in silence Shall we make it so?