The Hill

We look at the summer sun yellow and round

And we go out to the hill and we lie down

Oh the one sits in the corner

Trying to find a wayAnd alright let's go outside and rise rise rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old timesLooking back looking out at different things

We flew too high let the sun burn our wings

We never thought it would be us

But it all comes back turned to dustAnd alright let's go outside and rise rise rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times

(repeat)