The Hills

I can make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed a trace of regret For someone will use The thing I could not be My heart will be hurt Impersonally She'll step on the path She'll see what I mean My will cut in half And freedom between For less than a second Our lives will collide The endless suspended The door open wide And she will be born to someone like you What I left undone She will certainly do (ah-ah-ah) I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah) And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah) And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah) I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write (ooh) What the night penciled in (ooh) But I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah) (I know she is coming, ah-ah-ahh) And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahh, ahhh) (That is the longing, ah-ah-ah) And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah) I can make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God I sailed like a swan I sank like a rock But time is long gone Past my laughingstock And I can make the hills (ah-ah-ahh) The system is shot (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh) I'm living on pills (ah-ah-ahh) For which I thank God (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh)