Talk too much, but there's no meaning to be heard Talk too much, but there's nothing to you in these words That bruised egos and delicate minds Is a drafty windows Please, roll down the blinds Honesty matters to me too But I'm climbing up mountains to meet you On the moral high grown it makes me dizzy If I climb back down will you actually miss me The chorus says no-o-o The chorus says no-o-o I won't follow where you go The spaces for words are always empty The infills that I've heard always leave me Making excuses for your poor behaviour Convincing myself that you're still my saviour And honesty matters to me too But I'm climbing up mountains to meet you On a moral high ground it makes me dizzy If I climb back down will you actually miss me The chorus says no I won't follow where you go The chorus says no I won't follow where you go The chorus says no I won't follow where you go