Testo Summit Hil

Thought about why children lie
Held the shell of a snail near their eye
Crumbled soul on hollow ground
Swallowed paper conscious found

In the cold on a winter's night
Kiss of gold with pale green light
St. Paul's where he and I call home Felt a force with calming tone

Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, then it comes

We'd trudge ourselves on Summit Hill
Wind would howl its open shrill
Imagine life in those cobblestones
His fathеr lived to paint their homes

Oh, whеn it comes then it comes
Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, then it comes
The snow would pile and kill our phones
We'd lie on ice till it numbed our bones
We'd creep inside after smoke would pass
To see how long our time could last

Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, when it comes then it comes
Oh, then it comes