Mountainous

Staring at the ceiling Counting little cracks Wondering if it's time to take My old life back. The fan spins slowly as Its shadows shake. My dreams are whispering, But I'm still wide awake. Oh, wild minds under quiet skies Making mountains from the dust in our eyes. When the midnight feels like it won't let go, We can rewind time in the TV glow. What's the point in worrying 'bout the next day? When the moon holds the night, It won't let us stray. Chasing ghosts and thoughts We'll never pen, 'Round and 'round 'til it starts again. Oh, wild minds under quiet skies Making mountains from the dust in our eyes. When the midnight feels like it won't let go, We can rewind time in the TV glow. Radio static hums Like it's alive. It matches the buzz That keeps me deprived.