I saw the mountains we painted behind closed eyes as I waited To somehow wake up, what comes and wakes us? We fashion noise and clutch it closely, I have a man but I'm still lonely No amount of company can come chase that feeling Chronic longing, handmade thieves All just aching somehow to leave Somewhere we know we're not where we're built to be We pine for hills made in honesty These hands I'm in, can They be trusted? My instincts feel so instructed How do we navigate tragedy? You came and laid hold of me Let's live in these mountains we've painted, The land our memory created It seems as though we've been there before, And it's realer than something we only hope for Chronic longing, handmade thieves All just aching somehow to leave Somewhere we know we're not where we're built to be We pine for hills made in honesty We pine for hills made in honesty We pine for hills made in honesty