Mount Eerie Follow

So I managed to make myself cold,

Just like I wanted to.

So I managed to be buried in snow.

I thought that wearing white

Would make me good,

Bring out my eyes,

I thought virtue could be mine.

We already know that there's no rock

To buy the things we need to live,

So we must open our mouths,

And close our eyes, and tilt back our heads

And lift up our arms.

Travelling north to winter nights

Was how I planned on getting pure

And frozen white, soft and snakey northern lights.

I stood, and yes, I managed

To wash my face there in the snow,

Clean the crud from my eyes

And gasp and see dawn.

The first rays of light coming over the hill

Clearly belted out..

Let's get out of the romance.

Let's get out of the romance.

But still I had my hopes

Of how picturesque I would be

Watching the sunrise, so the sun surprised.

It was on the other side. I gasped,

I turned and re-opened my eyes

And felt size rise

To clear and towering words.

I sang along...

Let's get out of the romance.

The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise.

Let's get out of the romance.

The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise.

Let's get out of the romance.

There's only one way.

Let's get out of the romance.

Say "Goodbye" and "No"

Let's get out of the romance.

(Phil saying stuff..)

etc.