Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hill, artist - Wilma Vritra
Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Hill |
The only picture I can paint is the one that I see |
Put you in frame, I’m out my frame, I’m runnin' out of speech |
The photograph of what we have begins to fade |
Teyana Taylor dancing naked in the rain |
Shower down, shower down and wash away mistakes |
But also know that strip the oils and that we’ll likely break |
We go from brilliant to brittle, bone to gristle |
Home to riddle, glue to tape at Cash&Carry |
Got some flowers and I made you a meal, wrote you a song |
A bird with a word came and brought me a poem |
That was sealed with a kiss the gerth and shape of your lips |
I’m thinkin' 'bout the curve and shape of your hips |
As they swing when you sway, walk away from the rift |
Conversate in cherry red Converse |
You had yellow like some fuckin' mustard |
I had a dream that yours were fuckin' bloody |
'Cause I was fuckin' bleeding |
Under a tree, and it was pouring like it used to be |
I climb into meet you, meet you |
But at last we, searching |
Too close to the light to see |
What we could be |
The only style that I can paint in is that of my own |
The only person I can be is that in my reflection |
The only words that I can speak are those said on my own |
Only perspective that I see is what my eyes relate |
So when a smile doesn’t direct, when our eyes detect |
The mirror image of the one I share my final breath |
Before it happen, how this happen? |
Mirror image changed |
Or maybe I, 'cause mine eyes get older in due time |
And time waits for none, matter never was real |
Love is real as it gets, but that’s when it gets real |
Wrote this letter in pink, sometimes it feel like that |
There was a fetish that peaked, fall down the hill like that |
How we make it down the hill like that? |
Oh no |
Need to get back up the hill 'cause at the bottom it’s cold |
And my arms won’t work, and you just wanna be held |
But my words won’t work, you had me under your spell |
I still be under your spell |
I climb into meet you, meet you |
But at last we, searching |
Too close to the light to see |
What we could be |
Oh, what we could be |
Oh, what we could be |
Searching, too close to the light to see |
What we could be |