The Black Heart Procession – When We Reach The Hill

something scared you and when you moved 
your stitches pulled not yet removed 
we formed this link a thousand years before 
then you turn and say 
if you leave how can you leave on this hook 
cause we'll grow old here, you can never leave 
and what keeps me here has grown into me 
and I can't tear free a style awaits to coin us I peg you 
yes I seal the mold then you turn and say 
if you leave how can you leave on this hook 
cause we'll grow old here, you will never leave 
when we reach the hill when we reach the hill