Swiss Alp

We planned to grab disaster by the ear
Moved up to the mountains for a year
Anticipating oceans to come
Who never rose to the occasion
The air up here is thin but the view is clear
We bunkered down beneath our fears prepared for war
We figured what’s one more
We sent supplies then mailed away our sons
They said there wasn’t no decision
The air up here is thin but the view is clear
The air up here is grim but the end is near
All the indecisions folded under the sun
You can’t be serious
You can’t be serious
You can’t be serious
We had a plan to grab disaster by the tongue
We climbed back up our mountain
We didn’t raise one single setting son
But that’s not all -- not all there was
That’s not all -- not all there was
That’s not all -- not all there ever was