Up a Hill

Up a Hill

Feel like an unconscious child

In the arms of a firefighter

Illumed in red, yellow and black

Fully unaware that I started this fire

So I could save you

Save you from it

I refuse to be bedridden by this fever

Though my eyelids are heavy

And my conception blurred

I’ve been going up a hill

The time is approaching

Its senses still unborn

Apartment windows are shut back

Every winner has his thorns

Don’t think truth will just pass by

We’re here trying to draw it back out of the water

You know life could just slip by

Without no one ever knowing

I refuse to be bedridden by this fever

Though my eyelids are heavy

And my conception blurred

I’ve been going up a hill

I refuse to be bedridden by this fever

Though my eyelids are heavy

And my conception blurred

I’ve been going up a hill