The Hill

When we look at the Summer Sun; yellow and round. So we go out to the hill and we lie down. All but one sits in the corner. Trying to find a way; And alright let's go outside, And ride ride ride to the meaning of life, And we're crying. We're all falling out. I want to go back to old times. And looking back, looking out at different things. We flew to high; let the Sun burn our wings. We never thought it would be us. Let it all come fast; turn to dust. And alright let's go outside, And ride ride ride to the meaning of life, And we're crying. We're all falling out. I want to go back to old times I want to go back to old times Say what I know, you keep that oath. I give you my word, you keep it. Say what I know, you keep that oath. You're shit at keeping secrets. Say what I know, I know that oath. I give you my word, you keep it. Say what I know, I keep that oath. You're shit at keeping secrets. And alright let's go outside, And ride ride ride to the meaning of life, And we're crying. We're all falling out. I want to go back to old times I want to go back to old times