THE WOLFGANG PRESS - ON THE HILL lyrics

Allen - Cox

... Can't find... my way...

Reach out and find it

So so

Is this a matador falling into my arms

Turnig and burning in this rage

Calypso find another cause

5 more hours until dawn

Remember that golden day

Remember that golden day

A relevation

The pain is lost not long to go

You can sigh

Peace is near peace is close

You will live again

Bad days have blown away

My head is on the mend

A symphony hits the back of my head

and it's misunderstood

but heaven accepts me

A last mad fling a conscious effort

to forget all the pain

Is this an easy task

When I walk down the street

I heard children playing

Screaming, laughing ha ha

In bright sunlight

It made my eyes squint

You know it was heaven

Reach out and find it

Is this a matador falling into my arms

Turning and burning in this rage

Calypso find another cause

5 more hours until dawn

Straighten your tie you naughty boy

Above the rafters above the slopes.

You climb

And so on peacefully.