Up a Hill

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