THE HILLS

I can make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret

For someone will use
The thing I could not be
My heart will be hurt
Impersonally
She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide

The endless suspended
The door open wide
And she will be born
To someone like you
What I left undone (uhhh hmmm)
She will certainly do (ahhh)

I know she is coming (ahhhh)
And I know she will look (ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh)
And that is the longing (ahhhh)
And this is the hook (ahhhh)

I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write (uhhhhh)
What the night penciled in (uhhhh)

But I know she is coming (uhhhh)
And I know she will look (uhhhh, uh uh uh)
And that is the longing (uhhhh)
And this is the hook (ahhhh)
(I know she is coming, ahhhhh)
And I know she will look (ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhh)
(That is the longing, ahhhh)
And this is the hook (ahhhh)

I can make the hills (uhhhh)
The system is shot (uhhhh, uhhh)
I'm living on pills (uhhhh, uhhh)
For which I thank God (uhhhh)
I sailed like a swan (uhhhh)
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone (uhhhh)
Past my laughingstock (uhhhh)

And I can make the hills (ahhhhh)
The system is shot (ahhhhh, ahhhhh)
I'm living on pills (ahhhhh)
For which I thank God (ahhhhh, ahhhhh)