[ Featuring the Waves ]
The dark of the night on my face
A scent of fresh air and some mace
A silhouette, just a trace
Speaks to me in tongues and makes its case
Telling the future with tarot cards
A pinch of tea leaves and a raven's heart
The earth spins and it starts
To the stars under the work of art
To where I stood still
Still
So still up on a hill spoke words of ill
And still
Still
So still up on a hill and comes a chill
Ome
With every right I erase
The vivid memories of that place
And the fire I face how it was spun
In such stunning grace
Telling the future with tarot cards
Palm line readings and a crystal ball
The earth spins and it falls
To the stars under the work of art
To where I stood still
Still
So still up on a hill spoke words of ill
And still
Still
So still up on a hill and comes a chill
Ome
I remember it all in my head
I remember every word he said
The scent and the fresh air it carried me
Through the veins of history
At the time no it made no sense
Told me I was wrong and I would regret
The hollowness of the words I said
And in the end it would extend
To where I stood still
Still
So still up on a hill spoke words of ill
And still
Still
So still up on a hill and comes a chill
Ome
