To talk to the hills

by gemma   Sep 30, 2009


I wish I was free
to run so far
but I'm stuck now
In my mums yellow car

i wanna be out there
among the green, green grass
but I'm stuck now
While it rattles my little arse

The sun shinning over the hills
its just so inviting
but I'm stuck now
Mum and dad are fighting

We're going to see grandma
because shes not very well
shes going to go to heaven
but dads off to hell

Shes likes the hills too
grandma I mean
its so peaceful out there
such a beautiful scene

I sit in the hills alone
I sit there and I cry
Where no one can see me
I sit and wonder "why?"

Why did you have to kiss grandma
shes the only one that knew
to talk to the hills
They talk back to you

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