Even Though You Are My Friend by Marty Willson-piper

In the distance, there's a hill
There's a house upon the hill
On this side it's dark
On the other side it's green
I bite my nails, i touch my face
How long before i reach that place


The sky is pressing down
And it tears me from my sleep
I fall onto the ground
And the gorse rips at my skin
I scratch my eyes and open wide
How long before the other side


Even though you are my friend
This is the end, this is the end
Even though you cannot see
It's up to you, it's not up to me

The dizzy spell has gone
The tablet dissolved
The ache has left its mark
A not forgotten scar
I try the door, it's locked
And time stands still, the broken clock

In the hallway where i stand
I see pictures on the wall
They're all places that i've been
And i've loved
The back door and the front door are
Exactly the same
The floors are the ceiling and the
Walls the window pane