The Hill

Here we will stand Holding the strand Walking upon the frill Open our hands Upon the sands We are the children still Still... Come take a walk To the streets Then the hill To the top Looking left to the city Looking right onto the [?] To the right To the [?] To the lights that are [?] down Down, down, down They are [?] down Here we will stand Holding the strand Walking upon the frill Open our hands Upon the sands We are the children still Still... And when you're here Take my hand And we'll go into the [?] To disappear from this land For all we know it is our fear Here we will stand Holding the strand Walking upon the frill Open our hands Upon the sands We are the children still Still...