David Gray - The Dark Hills lyrics

A web of light divine

Screen to block my view

Head without control

Our tree grown askew

Cynical mass and fruitless passions

Mouthing the words with time

Slowly as the bond unfastens

Catch sight of the mountain in this climb

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup

That they like to pour on bitter pills

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup

And I'm leaving for the dark hills

Head long the hound

And the bandwagon followed

Deluge of tinsel and fire

Faces turned to stone

For the shroud of lost tomorrow

Sweetly sings the choir

Nothing much on offer here

Except cellophone and laughter

They've even got oxygen, tender

To hold inside a hummingbird

Or weave out of dreams

And to feel just like a butterfly pinned

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup

That they like to pour on dollar bills

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup

And I'm leaving for the dark hills

Steps that lead to wall

The wall of seduction

And a whole new range of treadmills

Lips that speak no language

But destruction

Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills

I can't seem to get across with my conclusion

Its the billboard, not the bullet that kills

Cut back to the roots of disillusion

Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup

That they like to pour on dollar bills

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup

And I'm leaving for the dark hills