| I hear things I try to say |
| Echo back to me the opposite way |
| Everything I’ve read spinning round my head |
| Lets escape to where the air is cold &thin |
| Oh, I might have believed in a miracle once, Everest |
| Oh, I might have believed though I’m feeling deceived |
| and for all I care |
| I don’t wanna know |
| Ghosts are dancing round the mime |
| Haunted by the sense of passing time |
| Dreamers know the way to survive the day |
| They’ll escape to where the air is cold &thin |
| Oh, I might have believed in a miracle once, Everest |
| Oh, I might have believed though I’m feeling deceived |
| and for all I care |
| I don’t wanna know |
| All the film has been exposed |
| In my photographic memory I suppose |
| When it rains it pours, screaming through the doors |
| All the pain &pent up eyesores I recall |
| Oh, I might have believed in a miracle once, Everest |
| Oh, I might have believed though I’m feeling deceived |
| and for all I care |
| I don’t wanna know |
| Oh, I might have believed in a miracle once, Everest |
| Oh, I might have believed though I’m feeling deceived |
| and for all I care |
| I don’t wanna know |
| I don’t wanna know |