Boys on the Hill

There is a fire that speaks
In the whispers of the summer night breeze
It shines bright from memory mountain

There is a moment
You can see it if you look just right
It's the fire on the hill
As you drive by

There is a hill with a fire
Where the tall grass is grow in a line
The fire whispers and coyotes whine

As the ghostly collapsed asylum
And high above where the engines turned
Above the mine, above the river
Where the asylum burned

There is a fire that will not die
There is the magic being born
We are there, wing weapons
Until the break of dawn

I can see
The fire from my window
I can see it with my eyes closed

I'm on the hill, looking down
I set the fire, I was there

Across the river
Is a house with a view
I can see them with my eyes closed
Their memory and my memory

I can see
The fire from my window
I can see it with my eyes closed

I'm on the hill, looking down
I set the fire, I was there

Across the river
Is a house with a view
I can see them with my eyes closed
Their memory and my memory