[00:00.37]Gabrielle Aplin - Mountains
[00:11.07]You wrote me notes on paper bags
[00:13.57]You strolled the roads as I turned back
[00:16.67]Air was calm the sky was black
[00:18.87]You wrote a list of things I lack
[00:21.63]We've come to realise
[00:26.68]We're opened up our eyes
[00:34.73]'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
[00:45.53]And I'm a painting but you're blinded
[01:10.50]I always have to justify how my tongue dances
[01:15.70]We're barely getting by on taking chances
[01:20.50]We've come to realise
[01:25.90]It's us that we despise
[01:31.15]'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
[01:41.71]And I'm a painting but you're blinded
[02:18.48]We've come to realise
[02:23.29]It's us that we despise