Fall of George Mallory - Gatsbys American Dream

And the birds eat your insides

Clutching the mountain side

(it's where the day takes you)

Did you think you would try to climb the face?

There’s longing and it breaks you

(synthetic lies)

You’re filling up with concrete

Didn’t miss a breath

When you climbed so high

Did you see your wife and child

And where you ready to die

A million miles away, would you throw it all away?

Simple dreams in the mainstream

Is where the day takes you

Simple dreams in the mainstream

But you just died a million miles from home