Verse 1
Looking down upon this world
with bloodshot weary eyes,
its four 0'clocl in the morning
and the suns about to rise.
i feel a little displacement
a little disharmony
somebodys in trouble tonight
or is it trouble tomorrow.
Chorus
High, on the hill
looking down, on creation
im so high, on the hill
looking down, on creation
im so high
Verse 2
Dogs howl in the shouting distance
metallic silver grey streets
in the half light half remembered
thoughts beyond my reach
the sky forms an uneasy truce
between the sun and moon
a clock strikes at a quarter past
or is it quarter to
Chorus x2