Woorden: Lagwagon. Over The Hill.

Scaling the mountain, I have given up my pride
and I'm clinging to this rocky edge, a rose thorn in my side
It's fabled contradiction,
it's bitter sweet and blind
And I'm balancing the mountain
of compromise

I went over the hill to be with you
I went over the hill
I am over the hill to be with you
Am I holding on to lies or holding onto life?

Standing in position objectivity goes by
'cause it's hard to ignore losing when you're winning all the time
and the weight of this too heavy,
the ceiling far too low
This commitment is restraining

and I can't grow

I went over the hill,
over the hill
I am over the hill to be with you
Am I holding on to life or holding onto lies?

In retrospect in your absence my disposition's gone
as I close my eyes to search for treasure in what I once lost
I let go of the noose and breath again
I am falling from the game and mending a foot (?)