Mounts Everest

I've a confession, it stings to admit I can't foresee a day when we buy speedboats from this It's lucky sadness triggers the songs I guess that's irony for some There's no competition, no squad and no team So no sports metaphors for losing the dream I just believe you've yet to touch On the best of us My ghosts got ghosts So bring on the end times, our last mistakes We'll sing of broken hopes until the last string breaks And the melody before it goes Will be the best we ever wrote My ghosts got ghosts And in the vacuum, I learned to cope My ghosts got spooked Took one look at what was left and blew