I sit upon a hill
And in her eyes, hands me my disguise
And served upon a plate
My heart will slowly rot and die
And just be buried in the streets
And if I ever see the sun, free for everyone
Not just for me
(Not just for me)

Someday I'm gonna sit myself right down that hillside there and see

And if our love shall die
Threw our souls up in the sky and candelabra in the sea
You wanna be so fine
And just be speaking with our minds
And just be laughing at the trees
And if you see me, give a sign
Oh, the hills roll down and the silence
Every living creature's sound
Wild flamingos dance on spaceships with black fire in the mouth

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Writer(s): Jonathan Rado, Sam France