Nonpoint - Mountains lyrics
[Nonpoint - Mountains lyrics]
One more problem how you've got them
All tied up with a million things to do
Two more problems how I've got them
One is someone else, two is you
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me (want to kill)
Every wonder, every question
Everything that I'm not so sure is real
Every funny look every stop and stare
Every doubt in my mind that you still care
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me want to kill
Making mountains, taking fountains
Shaking grounds with tiny problems
Co-created from the way you
Give direction with affection
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me want to kill
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me (want to kill)
Stage three is when the
Specimen undergoes a complete
Development of wings it explores dry land
Perfects hunting skills it can come freely
Now through any terrain it chances
(Chances, chances, chances, chances, chances)
All tied up with a million things to do
Two more problems how I've got them
One is someone else, two is you
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me (want to kill)
Every wonder, every question
Everything that I'm not so sure is real
Every funny look every stop and stare
Every doubt in my mind that you still care
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me want to kill
Making mountains, taking fountains
Shaking grounds with tiny problems
Co-created from the way you
Give direction with affection
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me want to kill
Making mountains out of mole hills
Taking fountains past their fill
Making mountains out of mole hills
And making me (want to kill)
Stage three is when the
Specimen undergoes a complete
Development of wings it explores dry land
Perfects hunting skills it can come freely
Now through any terrain it chances
(Chances, chances, chances, chances, chances)