Mountain, mountain
Keep me counting
Crumble slow
So I don't see
Ocean, ocean
Keep me hoping
Come in slow
So I don't see
Pillage my sleep
Come uninvited
A ghost in my kitchen
A rip I can't stitch
Once the light fades
I pray I don't dream you this time
But my wind-up nightmare
Is keeping the tally alive
Mother I'm thinking
People are stagnant
And changeless
From birth to their casket
But even mountains change
If I'm stuck making friction
I hope that I grow the same way
Talk back to gravity
Grind with the tectonic plates
Mountain, mountain
Keep me counting
Crumble slow
So I don't see
Ocean, ocean
Keep me hoping
Come in slow
So I don't see
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
Don't stay out all night
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
Mother you rush me
I'm putting my shoes on
The weekend's too far
To keep me distracted
And anyway
I don't have some place to be
So why am I dressed to impressed
When I'm only with me
And out on black ocean
I'm sure there's production
Big consequences
And creatures defenses
And boats lost
And fishermen fleeing some past
Yet somehow I'm riding the coastline
And mining this part
Safer but colder
Than anyone lost in that dark
Mountain, mountain
Keep me counting
Crumble slow
So I don't see
Ocean, ocean
Keep me hoping
Come in slow
So I don't see
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
It's always the same way
The weekend's too far
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
It's always the same way
The weekend's too far
I'm not a rock
I'm not a king tide
I'm not a rock
I'm not a king tide
I'm not a rock
I'm not a king tide
I'm not a rock
I'm not a king tide
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday
I'll call you on Sunday

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