Talk too much, but there's no meaning to be heard
Talk too much, but there's nothing to you in these words
That bruised egos and delicate minds
Is a drafty windows
Please, roll down the blinds
Honesty matters to me too
But I'm climbing up mountains to meet you
On the moral high grown it makes me dizzy
If I climb back down will you actually miss me
The chorus says no-o-o
The chorus says no-o-o
I won't follow where you go
The spaces for words are always empty
The infills that I've heard always leave me
Making excuses for your poor behaviour
Convincing myself that you're still my saviour
And honesty matters to me too
But I'm climbing up mountains to meet you
On a moral high ground it makes me dizzy
If I climb back down will you actually miss me
The chorus says no
I won't follow where you go
The chorus says no
I won't follow where you go
The chorus says no
I won't follow where you go