Top Of The Hill Lyrics - Singles - Conduits

I'm tired of the hills 

We're rolling, rolling in the grass 

And we laugh to ourselves 

While kicking flowers from the ground 

And your body's so warm 

You're crumbling like powder in my arms 

As pillars of smoke are filling, falling from the sky 

All day in the sun 

Is coming, coming to an end 

And we send our love 

As our evening, evening descends