Kings - The Mountains

What am I gonna do, when they come barging in?

Sometimes there’s nothing in the world worse than remembering everything.

And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves,

and I wait for them fixing my eyes and recalling nearly everything glorious

back in the days,

When we were kings,

they kept changing us.

Used to being so young,

they just kept changing us.

Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?

I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds.

I am the guy and nearly made it, but no one here remembers it.

And I put on my makeup, and tighten my boxing gloves,

and I wait for them fixing my eyes and recalling nearly everything glorious

back in the days,

When we were kings,

they kept changing us.

Used to being so young,

they just kept changing us.

Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?

They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.

They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.

They keep changing, and changing, and changing, and changing us.

And I put my makeup on

and I tighten my boxing gloves.

And I dream of the hour, the moment, the pasts, the golden days,

when we were kings,

they kept changing us.

Used to being so young,

they just kept changing us.

Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps?