...Familiar Place

I came through the backyard You let the garden die How did I get here? How did I get here? What did I do to deserve this? The mountain was taller than I could've fathomed I hardly believe it from here at the bottom And I can't imagine why you'd want to be at the top Oh my god, what will I do if you ever stop? Without you I am surely the last of our kind Without you I am surely the last of my kind