Mounts Everest - Johnny Foreigner

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 we’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 learnt to cope

My ghosts got spooked

Took one look at what was left and blew