High on my hill The weather is changeable Tricky winds make forecasting Mostly wrong But I stand stock still Constant, whitewashed, amiable These four thick walls have stood here For quite some time Are you still awake Can you send me a sign Make my timbers shake And tell the world you're mine And high on your hill You stand tall and well-preserved And your days are corseted and functional I wish I could fill All your empty rooms with flowers And light a candle on each windowsill Are you still awake Can you give me a sign Don't make the big mistake Of thinking my light's dying 'Cause I'm only on this hill And I'm biding my time I'm waiting for you still To let me know you're mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
