On a Hill
I wish it had been you
Who made me giddish
On a hill
I wish you had been the one that
Kissed me in the dark
I wanted you
To catch me as I was thrown to the ground
To keep me standing when I was petrified
And could only think to crumble
With nothing left inside
To give me that soft resurrection
When I felt that I had died
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