Testo High On The Hill

I'm looking down upon the world with blood shot weary eyes It's four o'clock in the morning and the sun's about to rise I feel a little displacement a little disharmony Somebody's in trouble tonight or is it, trouble tomorrow? High on the hill looking down on creation I'm so high on the hill looking down on creation I'm so high Dogs howl in the shouting distant, metallic, silver grey streets In the half light, half remembered thoughts beyond my reach The sky forms an uneasy truce between the sun and moon A clock strikes at a quarter past or is it quarter to? High on the hill looking down on creation I'm so high I can't relate with 20/20 vision (20/20 vision) Hallucination or morbid fascination? High on the hill looking down on creation I'm so high on the hill looking down on creation I'm so high I'm so high