Gatsby's American Dream - The White Mountains lyrics

The thing is we live in fear - fear of the monsters in control Three-legged machines that haunt my dreams Machines made of metal so cold Could there be something to believe? A place where we can find the refuge we need Dwarfing the trees, the machines block out the sky Machines fueled by ugliness and greed Could this be something to believe? A place where we can find the refuge that we need A place where their long arms can't reach Up in the mountains where we can still believe From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for So we can think the way we like This could be something to believe A place where we can live the music that we breathe Our lungs are strong as is our song Up in the mountains where we can still believe From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for So we can sing the way we like