From a mountain o'er the hills
Made of counterfeit dollar bills
He'd spoken through a fading summer's light


In the glisten of the dew
There was silver tinted blue

A piano was playing three steps out of tune
It was all for you


I'm sorry I doubted you
Your questions had me confused
I'm sorry I couldn't move

Frustrated, fixated youth

Through the rising of the mist

He was outed with a kiss
In the innocence of their twenty second year
It was all worked out

All for you

I'm sorry I doubted you

Your questions had me confused
I'm sorry I couldn't move
Frustrated, fixated youth


I'm sorry I doubted you
Your questions had me confused

I'm sorry I couldn't move
Frustrated, fixated youth