The Hanging Bandits - From the Hill Lyrics

From the hill we watched the sun
It came apart many years ago
The fragments land and burn a hole
Whatever's left of the city
Can't be sold

Some say I'm late, I feel early
Smoke in the lungs as the world keeps burning
Run from this place to feel some friction
Get there to find our lives in pictures

I stay still, where I stand
Trace the wire outline of Man
This is it, all there is
Our father's lives and lover's miserable myths

Some say I'm late, I feel early
Smoke in the lungs as the world keeps burning
Run from this place to feel some friction
Get there to find our lives in pictures

And the weight that keeps us moving
Within indents of footsteps chosen
They were taught by rotten minds
Take anything the waves left behind