The Hill

When we look at the Summer Sun; yellow and round.

So we go out to the hill and we lie down.

All but one sits in the corner.

Trying to find a way;

And alright let's go outside,

And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,

And we're crying.

We're all falling out.

I want to go back to old times.

And looking back, looking out at different things.

We flew too high; let the Sun burn our wings.

We never thought it would be us.

Let it all come fast; turn to dust.

And alright let's go outside,

And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,

And we're crying.

We're all falling out.

I want to go back to old times

And alright let's go outside,

And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,

And we're crying.

We're all falling out.

I want to go back to old times

Say what I know, you keep that oath.

I give you my word, you keep it.

Say what I know, you keep that oath.

You're shit at keeping secrets.

Say what I know, I know that oath.

I give you my word, you keep it.

Say what I know, I keep that oath.

You're shit at keeping secrets.

And alright let's go outside,

And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,

And we're crying.

We're all falling out.

I want to go back to old times

And alright let's go outside,

And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,

And we're crying.

We're all falling out.

I want to go back to old times