The Dark Hills Lyrics - David Gray

A web of light divine 

Screen to block my view 

Head without control 

Our tree grown askew 

Cynical mass and fruitless passions 

Mouthing the words with time 

Slowly as the bond unfastens 

Catch sight of the mountain in this climb 

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup 

That they like to pour on bitter pills 

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup 

And I'm leaving for the dark hills 

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Head long the hound 

And the bandwagon followed 

Deluge of tinsel and fire 

Faces turned to stone 

For the shroud of lost tomorrow 

Sweetly sings the choir 

Nothing much on offer here 

Except cellophone and laughter 

They've even got oxygen, tender 

To hold inside a hummingbird 

Or weave out of dreams 

And to feel just like a butterfly pinned 

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup 

That they like to pour on dollar bills 

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup 

And I'm leaving for the dark hills 

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Steps that lead to wall 

The wall of seduction 

And a whole new range of treadmills 

Lips that speak no language 

But destruction 

Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills 

I can't seem to get across with my conclusion 

Its the billboard, not the bullet that kills 

Cut back to the roots of disillusion 

Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills 

And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup 

That they like to pour on dollar bills 

Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup 

And I'm leaving for the dark hills