The Hill

We look at the summer sun yellow and round,
So we go out to the hll and we lie down,

All but one sits in the corner,

Trying to find a way ,

And alright lets go outside,
and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life,
Im trying but were all falling out,

I want to go back to old times,

Looking back looking out at different things,

We flew to high let the sun burn our wings,

We never thought it would be us,

But it all comes back turned to dust,

And alright lets go outside,
and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life,
Im trying but were all falling out,
I want to go back to old times,

And alright lets go outside,
and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life,
Im trying but were all falling out,
I want to go back to old times,

And alright lets go outside
and rise rise rise to the meaning of life
Im trying but were all falling out
I want to go back to old times

And alright lets go outside,

and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life,
Im trying but were all falling out,
I want to go back to old times,