Text: Jose Gonzalez. Down The Hillside.

The pages are pale
Books are unwritten
The house is for sale

It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay

But if you follow the voice
It'll lead you the way

Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside

It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay

But if you follow the voice
It'll lead you the way

Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside

Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside