Rain on the Hill

Now you've listened at my door

You've brushed across the treetops in my heart

Now you can't hear what I'm saying

I feel like a wall that's been built inside you

Brick by brick, aching at this distance

This impulse is killing me

This rain is feeding my dreams

I cannot hear your words

They just fall from your lips

Into little puddles on the ground

Your head bent down softly

If I could show you

My pain, my desire

My world of doors and gardens

I'd fly

Fly towards the sun

On the hill

On the horizon

Fly toward the sun

Fly toward the rain

Fly away

I want you to feel my heartache

I want you to feel this rain I feel

It beats down on me, like arrows from heaven

But it drips off me

And feeds my dreams

It screams at me

It whispers at me

It listens at my door

Now you can't hear what i'm saying

I feel like a wall that's been

Built inside you

Brick by brick

Aching at this distance

If I could show you

My pain, my desire

My world of doors and gardens

I'd fly

Fly towards the sun

On the hill

On the horizon

Fly toward the sun

Fly toward the rain

Fly away