- cifra
Well I climbed to the top
Of this hill
And I looked out at my kingdom
Before me
You stood
By the window sill
And I wanted to talk to they
I won't fall anymore
I'll get up and stand real tall
Oh you put your hands up to meet me
But you still wear that facade around here
You talk too much
For your heart
It tells you to shush
Your thoughts
Don't try and touch
Me there
It'll come back around
To haunt you
I won't fall anymore
I'll get up and stand real tall
Oh you put your hands up to meet me
But you still wear that facade around here
I won't fall anymore
I'll get up and stand real tall
Oh you put your hands up to meet me
But you still wear that facade around here
