When you were born in the house on the hill, I was making a fool of myself
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With the boy next door
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Desperate for attention, and then clamouring for more
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He must've seen me coming
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I put my heart right through it
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And I knew the whole town knew it
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Up and down the high streets, in and out of shops
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Word flew that I didn't know when I should stop
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Oh, he must've seen me coming
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I wish that I could have it all again
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But now it's too late for me
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You're gazing on the house I once lived in
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So you can do it for me
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When you were starting school, I was playing the next fool
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With another boy next door or at least a room on the same floor of my new residence
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Oh, he never saw me coming
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I had gone with good intention to further my education
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But the lure of more affection was beyond self-preservation
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So I opened up the floodgates
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And then he started running
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I wish that I could have it all again
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But now it's too late for me
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You're gazing on the house I once lived in
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So you can do it for me
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Now we meet for the first time
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And the ignorance is bliss
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Did she make your stomach flip, when you managed to find your first kiss?
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And did she go for more, do you think she saw you coming?
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So when you look from the house on the hill, and the walk towards the graveyard
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Remember how I faltered, remember how I felt, remember how I gave far too much as well
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To the boy who was in as well
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I wish that I could have it all again
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But now it's too late for me
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You're gazing on the house I once lived in
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So you can do it for me
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I wish that I could have it all again
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But now it's too late for me
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You're gazing on the house I once lived in
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So you can do it for me
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House On The Hill
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| Emma Pollock |
