Kings-The Mountains

[ti:Kings] [ar:The Mountains] [al:Kings] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.71]Kings (国王) - The Mountains [00:01.31]Written by：Frederik Nordsø/Fridolin Nordsø/Michael Møller [00:01.72] [00:14.44]What am I gonna do when they come barging in [00:17.67] [00:22.37]Sometimes there's nothing in the world worse than remembering everything [00:26.63] [00:28.44]And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves [00:33.15] [00:36.50]And I wait for them fixing my eyes [00:39.44]And recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days [00:44.14]When we were kings [00:45.81] [00:48.26]They kept changing us [00:50.47] [00:51.85]Used to being so young [00:53.31] [00:56.00]They just kept changing us [00:58.96]Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps [01:02.52] [01:18.49]I am a thousand mirrors scratching in a million beds [01:22.43] [01:26.45]I am the guy and nearly made it but no one here remembers it [01:31.11] [01:32.45]And I put on my makeup and tighten my boxing gloves [01:36.93] [01:40.45]And I wait for them fixing my eyes [01:43.37]And recalling nearly everything glorious back in the days [01:48.20]When we were kings [01:49.71] [01:52.16]They kept changing us [01:54.44] [01:55.87]Used to being so young [01:57.26] [02:00.00]They just kept changing us [02:02.44] [02:03.04]Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps [02:06.61] [02:20.56]They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us [02:25.16] [02:28.36]They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us [02:33.19] [02:36.45]They keep changing and changing and changing and changing us [02:40.96] [02:42.41]And I tighten my boxing gloves [02:45.02]Changing and changing [02:46.39]And I dream of the hour the moment the pasts the golden days [02:52.18]When we were kings [02:53.33] [02:54.01]Changing and changing and changing [02:56.36]They kept changing us [02:58.41] [02:59.94]Used to being so young [03:01.43]Changing and changing and changing [03:03.34] [03:03.99]They just kept changing us [03:06.46] [03:07.01]Is there anything more beautiful than someone who sleeps