Talk too much but there's no meaning to be heard.
Talk too much but there's nothing to hear in these words;
But bruised egos and delicate minds,
These are draughty windows, please roll down the blinds.
And honesty matters to me too,
But I'm climbing up mountains to meet you,
On a moral high ground that makes me dizzy,
If I climb back down, will you actually miss me?
The chorus says "No".
The chorus says "No". 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 that 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.