Standard (EADGBE)
Looking down upon the world
With bloodshot weary eyes
It's 4 o'clock in the morning
And the sun's about to rise
I feel a little displacement
A little disharmony
Somebody's in trouble tonight
Or is it trouble tomorrow
Chorus
High on the hill
Looking down on creation
I'm so high on the hill
Looking down on creation
I'm so high
Dogs howl in the striking distance
Metallic silver gray streets
In the half light half remembered
Thoughts beyond my reach
The sky forms an uneasy truce
Between the sun and the moon
A clock strikes at a quarter past
Or is it quarter to.
I can't relate with 20/20 vision
Hallucination or morbid facination