Tuesday, February 28, 2012


by Ambulance Ltd.

You say the hill's too steep to climb
You say you'd like to see me try

You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right say
And as I rise above the tree lines in the clouds
I look down hearing the sounds of the things you've said today

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Merciless the magistrate turns round
And who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your way
And ever day is the right day
As you rise above the fear lines in this crown
You look down hearing the sound of faces in the crowd

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