...and The Hazy Sea Lyrics - Why There Are Mountains - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Do you know how many cities had been built 

On the mainland and the trains there 

How they'd glide over the marshes 

And the hazy sea 

Carrying business men in starched collar shirts 

Who peered out windows that would fog 

Faster than you could wipe them, man 

Why are there mountains 

When the last fire dies 

We rebuild with foundations 

Set just slightly higher 

On compacted ash and bone 

Spiraling skyward at the GWB 

Will you take awayl for a while 

I'm suddenly real tired 

We two running our course 

Your summer version 

Was so fresh and fertile emerald green 

The wind in your hair 

Like wind Russian through the canopy 

And I was green too with robust fucked envy