Slighted

If you were a mountain top

I would keep ascending and never stop

If you were some kind of store

I would buy you out and wait for more

If you were my native land

I would hold you close

I'd take your hand

And be your man

And dream of summertime

I wish you would be mine



But every good thing dies

Every good thing dies



If you were a mountain top

I would climb right up and jump right off

If you were some kind of store

I would rob you blind and lock the door

If you were my native land

I would take control

I would demand

That you take my hand

You were the dream of summertime

I wished you would be mine



Then every good thing dies