Mildew

Your hills and valleys are all covered in mildew

Cause only at the top of mountains can you find the will to

Sing and say some words that have inevitably filled you

I know my greatest weakness is telling me there's no real you

I know the real you is a faded and jaded past

But I don't see no flowers growing in this old grass

Cause flowers don't glow in the rain

And a broken man still feels the pain

Cause once you find the other side

I know it'll look too bright

But don't you worry, won't your open eyes