Lyrics The Hill - Bombay Bicycle Club

The Hill

When we look at the Summer Sun;
yellow and round.
So we go out to the hill and we lie down.
All but one sits in the corner.
Trying to find a way;
And alright let’s go outside,
And ride ride ride to the meaning of life,
And we’re crying.
We’re all falling out.
I want to go back to old times.
And looking back, looking out at different things.
We flew to high;
let the Sun burn our wings.
We never thought it would be us.
Let it all come fast;
turn to dust.
And alright let’s go outside,
And ride ride ride to the meaning of life,
And we’re crying.
We’re all falling out.
I want to go back to old times.
(x2)
Say what I know, you keep that oath.
I give you my word, you keep it.
Say what I know, you keep that oath.
You’re shit at keeping secrets.
Say what I know, I know that oath.
I give you my word, you keep it.
Say what I know, I keep that oath.
You’re shit at keeping secrets.
And alright let’s go outside,
And ride ride ride to the meaning of life,
And we’re crying.
We’re all falling out.
I want to go back to old times.
(x2)