The White Mountains Lyrics - Gatsby's American Dream

The thing is we live in fear 

Fear of the monsters in control 

Three legged machines that haunt my dreams 

Machines made of metal so cold 

Could there be something to believe? 

A place where we can find the refuge we need 

Dwarfing the trees, they block out the sky 

Machines fueled by ugliness and greed 

Could this be something to believe? 

A place where we can find the refuge that we need 

A place where their long arms can't reach 

Up in the mountains where we can still believe 

From the heights we'll wage this war 

For all the things we long for 

So we can think the way we like 

This could be something to believe 

A place where we can live the music that we breathe 

Our lungs are strong as is our song 

Up in the mountains where we can still believe 

From the heights, we'll wage this war 

For all the things we long for 

So we can sing the way we like