countless accusations keep on coming from your mouthnnbut I could not care lessnnyou're just a messnnand even though your tiresome wordsnnare thick upon your lipsnnthey fly right off of your tonguennand away they drift, they drift awaynnnnthe boy trapped in your TV set won't feed you any linesnnthey're all liesnnyou'll never find your way out of therennout in the air is hopennis freedom breathingnnwhile you're sick inside, you're just pleading nnfor this misery to endnnnnmountain tops can overcome younnif you can't overcome themnnand the rain may fall everydaynnbut that doesn't mean it'll wash awaynneverything you ever were and arennnnconcentrate on what makes him ticknnit's not an answer, it's a tricknnand you're wasting away your precious timennthe wearer becomes the wornnnyet you long to adornnnthe fantasy of someone-else's memoriesnnnnsick and tired of that feeling in your stomachnnthe feeling you get when you're trapped in herennget out of this place, and go run to the citynnget out of the city, go run by yourselfnnget out of yourself, and just live in the momentnnyou own itnnnnmountain tops can overcome younnif you can't overcome themnnand the rain may fall everydaynnbut that doesn't mean it'll wash away nneverything you ever were and arenneverything you ever were and are