Lyrics Cheyenne Mountain - Hightower

Cheyenne Mountain

All good things must come to an end
Believe that mental distress’s darkening everything
Let’s hope someday we’ll learn how to get through
Followed the sun one day, remember when it used to bright so endlessly
Bright lights better days sweet emptyness
From all above
The sky’s still grey
Why is this the same inadequate
That mold won’t fit
Let me take a hint to guess your fate
These problems used to be such a hell to embrace
Arms lied wide open
Nothing can bring satisfaction
Counting all that’s left
The end is coming and I don’t see anything
No reason why we should know how to
From all above
No helping hand
Pressure I can’t breath
Pressure I can’t breath
Drifting out
Senses fail
What’s left for you and me
I’ve learnt to accept
These problems used to be
Such a hell to embrace
Silence is a key to open the gate
These problems used to be such a hell to embrace