David Gray - The Dark Hills lyrics

A web of light divine Screen to block my view Head without control Our tree grown askew Cynical ma** and fruitless pa**ions Mouthing the words with time Slowly as the bond unfastens Catch sight of the mountain in this climb And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup That they like to pour on bitter pills Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup And I'm leaving for the dark hills Head long the hound And the bandwagon followed Deluge of tinsel and fire Faces turned to stone For the shroud of lost tomorrow Sweetly sings the choir Nothing much on offer here Except cellophone and laughter They've even got oxygen, tender To hold inside a hummingbird Or weave out of dreams And to feel just like a bu*terfly pinned And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup That they like to pour on dollar bills Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup And I'm leaving for the dark hills Steps that lead to wall The wall of seduction And a whole new range of treadmills Lips that speak no language But destruction Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills I can't seem to get across with my conclusion Its the billboard, not the bullet that k**s Cut back to the roots of disillusion Hey I'm leaving for the dark hills And I'm spitting out that sentimental syrup That they like to pour on dollar bills Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup And I'm leaving for the dark hills