Meet me on top of the hill

So I know you love me still

I can not read your mind 

But I see it in your eyes

 

Oh Oh Oh 

I see the swallows 

Oh Oh Oh

Over the open field 

Oh Oh Oh 

Oh won’t you swallow your pride 

And let your heart yield 

 

So many questions unasked

Do you even know yourself

Maybe it’s all in the past 

By they sit on your bedroom shelf

 

Oh Oh Oh 

I see the swallows 

Oh Oh Oh

Over the open field 

Oh Oh Oh 

Oh won’t you swallow your pride 

And let your heart yield 

 

All the words that you’ve spoken are true

I know that you know that too

But that makes them harder to hear 

And cracks they show in our veneer 

Oh Oh Oh 

I see the swallows 

Oh Oh Oh

Over the open field 

Oh Oh Oh 

Oh won’t you swallow your pride 

And let your heart yield 

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

You never said it happened 

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

You just let go

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

How can you leave me nothing 

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

And expect me to know

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

You never said it happened

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

Oh you just let go

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

Do you believe in nothing 

Oh Oh Oh Oh 

Or are you scared cos you don’t know

 

Oh won’t you 

Meet me on top of the hill

So I know you love me still

I can not read your mind 

But I see it in your eyes

 

Meet me on top of the hill

So I know you love me still

I can not read your mind 

But I see it in your eyes

 

Meet me on top of the hill

So I know you love me still

I can not read your mind 

But I see it in your eyes

 

Oh Oh Oh 

I see the swallows 

Oh Oh Oh

Over the open field 

Oh Oh Oh 

Oh won’t you swallow your pride 

And let your heart yield

Swallows

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