Up a Hill - Marching Church

Up a Hill Lyrics

Feel like an unconscious child
In the arms of a firefighter
Illumed in red, yellow and black
Fully unaware that I started the fire
So I could save you from itI refuse to be bedridden by this fever
Though my eyelids are heavy
And my conception blurredI've been going up a hillThe time is approaching
Its senses still unborn
Apartment windows are shut back
Every winter has his thorns
Don't think truth will just pass by
We're here trying to draw it back out of the water
You know, life could just slip by
Without no one ever knowingI refuse to be bedridden by this fever
Though my eyelids are heavy
And my conception blurredI've been going up a hill