'My Small Mountain' (Live) - Zane Thompson

A live version of 'My Small Mountain' - Written & performed by Zane Thompson.
Lyrics -
Lookin' up
Here at my small mountain of self loathing
Looming heights seem to be goading
Me to climb
It's tempting to
Take up my pick axe and start to chippin'
My bloody hands would lose their grip
Before they ever made a dent
Well I looked but there was just no way around
To be found
So now I know
That the only thing to do is love it
For me to get on up above it
Easier said than done
Please forgive me
For my unruly indiscretions
I do my best to learn my lessons
but they're coming thick and fast
Of late I've had one question on my mind
why do I feel so worthless all the time?
Can somebody point out the way?
Or a road that I can follow now
Why do I feel so mundane?
Sitting in my lounge room
Think I just need to put my phone away
La la la la la la la la la la
Lookin' up
Here at my small mountain of self loathing
and at my baby boy Mokoan
and I will not hand it down
If we try to
Could we excercise our demons?
Before they have another season
To spread their sorrows round'
Oh and when your best it just ain't good enough
It's rough
I'm on this leaking little boat and yeah these
Seas look rough
Can somebody point out the way?
Or a star that I can follow now
Why do I feel so far away?
Sitting in my lounge room
Sitting in my living room
Sittin' on my couch yeah
Think I just need to put my phone away
La la la la la la la la la la
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