"Mud Hill" lyrics

"Mud Hill"

Car windows icing over, speaking steam with your breath
Through the floating strands of your hair, am I just like the rest?

You say you don't want anyone or anything
Say this hurts you too
I wouldn't bother but this means everything to me, so spare me now

Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again as you see my driveway
While searching for something more beyond this lonely hill

I pretend to hear you, I act as if I understand
I try to convince you I don't hate you, but it's hard to do

You say you don't want anyone or anything
Say this hurts you too (Yeah, you too)
I wouldn't bother but this means everything to me, so spare me now

Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again as you see my driveway
While searching for something more beyond this lonely hill

Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again as you see my driveway
While searching for something more beyond this lonely hill
Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again as you see my driveway
While searching for something more beyond this lonely hill


Writer(s): Sergie B Loobkoff
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