Don't turn your back from me
I heard you sat down quietly
There's a ghost upstairs
When I look away he stares
He cares about what I say
When it's dark
By myself
Climb, climb up the hill
With me
Tell me it's real
The grass we both feel
Tell me the sun
Is heating both of our cheeks
Tell me the air
You see it bending the wheat
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a time
Don't turn your back from me
I heard you sat down quietly
You don't have to speak
Just sit down
Watch over me when I sleep
And climb
Climb up the hill
With me
Tell me it's real
The grass we both feel
Tell me the sun
Is heating both of our cheeks
Tell me the air
You see it bending the wheat
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
Tell me your hands
Will hold mine for a while
For a while
For a time
For while
For a time
