Mount Wroclai Is a made up place. like children tend to create.

Beirut deals with death and aging in this song. maybe, by making up mountains, he’s clinging to his childhood.And I know Winter will pass by slow

Without my heart, what can I do?

You're in the halls, the bell gives way to a larger swell

Without my heart, what can I do?

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

And we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days

Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display

With no alarm, could we say we'd have expected this way?

Our desires have died; give incent to play

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai

Mount Wroclai