Violet Hill

Was a long and dark December, from the rooftops, I remember There was snow, white snow Clearly, I remember from the windows they were watching While we froze down below When the future's architectured by a carnival of idiots on show You'd better lie low If you love me, won't you let me know? Was a long and dark December, when the banks became cathedrals And a fox became God Priests clutched onto Bibles hollowed out to fit their rifles And the cross was held aloft Bury me in armor when I'm dead and hit the ground My nerves are poles that unfroze And if you love me, won't you let me know? I don't want to be a soldier Who the captain of some sinking ship would stow Far below So if you love me, why'd you let me go? I took my love down to Violet Hill There we sat in snow All that time she was silent still So if you love me, won't you let me know? If you love me, won't you let me know?