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
From the Hill Video (MV)
Performed By: The Hanging Bandits
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: Alexander Laurance, Andrew Fletcher, Santiago Wais, Thomas Saxby-Farncombe
The Hanging Bandits - From the Hill Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Alexander Laurance, Andrew Fletcher, Santiago Wais, Thomas Saxby-Farncombe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid