University Hill

And when they come To round us up To gather us up Shadow and air I'll think of you Standing there Lovely in the light And when they come To bag us up To make the world Invisible Oh man, it already is Pretty as a picture But "pretty as a picture" is "halfway there" A fortress of solitude's no contest when you stare at oblivion The game is rigged in every direction You play to win not a goddamn thing You climb the walls, you're made of string You climb the walls, you're made of string You climb the walls, you're made of string And "pretty as a picture" means "halfway there" Your fortress of solitude's no contest when you're staring at oblivion So when they come To hack us up Arms, legs, mouth, eyes Used to be so nice Used to be such a thrill Come on, University Hill Come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on, come on, University Hill (It's called love) Come on