Bombay Bicycle Club The Hill
We look at the summer sun yellow and round
So we go out to the hill and we lie down
Oh but one sits in the corner
Trying to find a way
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
Looking back, looking out at different things
We flew too high, let the sun burn our wings
We never thought it would be us
But it all can fast turn to dust
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
Say what I know
You keep it low
If I give you my word would you keep it
Say what I know
You keep it low
You're shit at keeping secrets
Say what I know
You keep it low
If I give you my word would you keep it
Say what I know
You keep it low
You're shit at keeping secrets
And alright let's go outside
And rise rise rise to the meaning of life
And we're trying, but we're all falling out
I want to go back to olden times
