Russian Hill Lyrics - Spilt Milk - Jellyfish

I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive 

A sensory lullaby 

We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines 

For pistons and gasoline 

We see the road from the bedside 

Parked under the sunshine 

We feel the warmth of the engine, so we climb inside 

And take it to the motorway 

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play 

Shift the gears for years and age a single day 

Until we spill onto Russian Hill 

Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests 

Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best 

Treeline village, oh, so heavenly 

Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper 

Only Eden is for millionaires 

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play 

Shift the gears for years and age a single day 

Until we spill onto Russian Hill 

I'm pulling through the last stoplight 

We head home past the shoreline 

And through the rear view mirror it all melts away 

'Til we're helpless 

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play 

(We're hopeless) 

We shift the gears for years and age a single day 

(It fades away) 

For like curtains close this sunset matinee 

A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill