William Fitzsimmons - Solsbury Hill

Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding, stretching every nerveI had to listen, had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart going "Boom-boom-boom""Son", he said"Grab your things, I've come to take you home"To keep in silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nutTurning water into wineOpen doors would soon be shutSo I went from day to dayThough my life was in a rut'Til I thought of what I'd sayWhich connection I should cutI was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy heart going "Boom-boom-boom""Hey", he said"Grab your things, I've come to take you home"Hey, back homeWhen illusion spin her netI'm never where I wanna beAnd liberty, she pirouetteWhen I think that I am freeWatched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another meToday I don't need a replacementI'll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart going "Boom-boom-boom""Hey", I said"You can keep my things, they've come to take me home"