The Hills

I can make the hills
 The system is shot
 I'm living on pills
 For which I thank God
 My animal howls
 My angel's upset
 But I'm not allowed a trace of regret
 For someone will use
 The thing I could not be
 My heart will be hurt
 Impersonally
 She'll step on the path
 She'll see what I mean
 My will cut in half
 And freedom between
 For less than a second
 Our lives will collide
 The endless suspended
 The door open wide
 And she will be born to someone like you
 What I left undone
 She will certainly do (ah-ah-ah)
 I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah)
 And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
 And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah)
 And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)
 I can't make the hills
 The system is shot
 I'm living on pills
 For which I thank God
 My page was too white
 My ink was too thin
 The day wouldn't write (ooh)
 What the night penciled in (ooh)
 But I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
 And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
 And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
 And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)
 (I know she is coming, ah-ah-ahh)
 And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahh, ahhh)
 (That is the longing, ah-ah-ah)
 And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)
 I can make the hills
 The system is shot
 I'm living on pills
 For which I thank God
 I sailed like a swan
 I sank like a rock
 But time is long gone
 Past my laughingstock
 And I can make the hills (ah-ah-ahh)
 The system is shot (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh)
 I'm living on pills (ah-ah-ahh)
 For which I thank God (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh)