One more problem
How you've got them?
All tied up with
A million things to do
Two more problems
How I've got them?
One is someone else
Two is you
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
Taking fountains
Past their fill
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
And making me
Want to kill
Every wonder
Every question
Everything that
I'm not so sure is real
Every funny look
Every stop and stare
Every doubt in my mind
That you still care
I hate that it had to come to this so fast
How else would I know if we would last?
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
Taking fountains
Past their fill
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
And making me
Want to kill
Making mountains
Taking fountains
Shaking grounds with
Tiny problems
Cocreated
From the way you
Give direction
With affection
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
Taking fountains
Past their fill
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
And making me
Want to kill
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
Taking fountains
Past their fill
Making mountains
Out of mole hills
And making me
Want to kill
"Stage three is when the specimen undergoes
A complete development of wings
It explores dry land
Perfects hunting skills
It can come freely now
Through any terrain it chances
(Chances, chances, chances, chances, chances)"