But you cannot trust the mountains to move for you.
Because even if they have their feet,
How can you be so sure
That they're willing to walk just for you.
But you cannot trust the mountains to move for you.
It was never a question of your faith,
Or faithfulness of the purest of the pure.
But are they willing to do it just for you.
But you cannot trust the mountains to move for you.
They're maybe made of piles of dirt
But you're just the same dust somewhere off shore.
You must do your will for you.