The bleak hills are treacherousWhat they mean is not clear, and I follow in fearOf missing a beauty or forgetting a songI cannot enjoy what I never en..
Running free through silver gatesabandoning life and things I createfacing the unthinkable costSleep is a dream that I see when I wakeas I shiver and ..
-Sat together on a hill, an aerial for thoughthand in hand again and despairing once morethe son of a builder and a working class whorethe daughter of..