the hill

Bombay Bicycle Club

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,
I'm trying but we're 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,
I'm trying but we're 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,
I'm trying but we're all falling out,
I want to go back to old times,

Say what I know,
You keep it low,
... (inaudible)...
Why do you need it,

Say what I know,
You keep it low,
... (inaudible)...
Keep it a secret,

Say what I know,
I keep it low,
... (inaudible)...
Why do you need it,

Say what I know,
I keep it low,
... (inaudible)...
Keep it a secret,

And alright let's go outside,
and rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life,
I'm trying but we're all falling out,
I want to go back to old times