The Hill

Here we will stand
Holding the strand
Walking upon the frill
Open our hands
Upon the sands
We are the children still
Still…
Come take a walk
To the streets
Then the hill
To the top
Looking left to the city
Looking right onto the
To the right
To the
To the lights that are down
Down, down, down
They are down
Here we will stand
Holding the strand
Walking upon the frill
Open our hands
Upon the sands
We are the children still
Still…
And when you’re here
Take my hand
And we’ll go into the
To disappear from this land
For all we know it is our fear
Here we will stand
Holding the strand
Walking upon the frill
Open our hands
Upon the sands
We are the children still
Still…
Here we will stand
Holding the strand
Walking upon the frill
Open our hands
Upon the sands
We are the children still
Still…