The Hill (Live at Brixton)

So we wrote a lot of these songs when we were about 15 or 16 years old

And still in school and doing our GCSEs and a lot of mundane things

So I mean looking back some of these songs

Are about very kind of small parts of our life

I mean this song is literally just about sitting

On a hill behind the school where we went to

It's called The Hill

We look at the summer sun, yellow and round

So we go out to the hill and we lie down

Oh, but one sits in the corner

Trying to find a way

And alright, let's go outside

And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times

Looking back, looking out at different things

We flew too high, let the sun burn our wings

We never thought it would be us

But it all came fast, turned to dust

And alright, let's go outside

And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times

And alright, let's go outside

And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times

I say what I know

If you keep it low

I'll give you my trust

If you keep it

I say what I know

If you keep it low

Your shit I keep in secrets

I say what I know

If you keep it low

I'll give you my trust

If you keep it

I say what I know

If you keep it low

Your shit I keep in secrets

And alright, let's go outside

And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times

And alright, let's go outside

And rise, rise, rise to the meaning of life

And we're trying but we're all falling out

I want to go back to old times