These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

I know it's true Blame it on my misplaced heart But what's the use I been losing time And it's a precious thing I don't watch my back much lately It's funny how I see, everything Twisted and turning in the breeze You made your mind up

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

Don't turn around 'Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking I don't want you seeing me cry Just walk away It's tearing me apart that you're leaving I'm letting you go But I won't let you know I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna do fine Don't worry about this

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

I'm gonna watch you These rocks they hold heat Pools of water cool your feet As you walk you believe Every part of the dream You walk into the world you make You lose yourself but you find your way We turn so slow I know it's hard to wait

Don't hold back your love I know what it's like to be forgotten Left alone with your simple dreams But even dreams are fading fast No one to turn to when you can't sleep at night Waking up to another day that will soon be over And if you think that time

You turned the tables on me I used to be the apple of your eye I had you with me every day But now whenever you are passing by You're always looking the other way It's little things like this That prompt me to say And now I'm falling for you I can't

No more questions, get back in line! (just get back in line!) The duller the knife, the longer it takes (the longer it takes) But now it's your turn Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean) And carving the truth,

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone