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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