Your Hill
I held you when you were golden
When I found you, you were soft inside
I took your hand like Jack took Jill's
but we never made it up your hill
You tried everything without me
and handed them parts of yourself
Like a dog for his bone I waited, I stayed
And took every bit you threw my way
Sometimes, I sit at the foot of your hill
You've felt everything that there is to feel
Your spark is out, you've lost your touch
Why do I keep dreaming of us ...
