On a hill in the middle of nowhere
It's a lot like your home, you say
Where the green grass grows a little higher
In the bonfires on hot nights
It's not like we did not share that.
You said, "What you gonna do when everybody goes away?
'Cause I'm so afraid of that"
When the war was at home I needed more
I didn't know different before
In September, or early November
It's so long ago
But I still remember
The way up was straight through
Burrow deeper to the middle
Take the sides out, I like how it's bright now
It's beautiful that way