University Hill

And when they come

To round us up

To gather us up

Shadow and air

I'll think of you

Standing there

Lovely in the light

And when they come

To bag us up

To make the world

Invisible

Oh man it already is

Pretty as a picture

But "pretty as a picture" is "halfway there"

A fortress of solitude's no contest when you stare at oblivion

The game is rigged in every direction

You play to win not a goddamn thing

You climb the walls, you're made of string

You climb the walls, you're made of string

You climb the walls, you're made of string

And "pretty as a picture" means “halfway there"

Your fortress of solitude's no contest when you're staring at oblivion

So when they come

To hack us up

Arms, legs, mouth, eyes

Used to be so nice

Used to be such a thrill

Come on, University Hill

Come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on, come on, University Hill

(It's called love)

Come on