Wilma Vritra The Hill Lyrics
The Hill by Wilma Vritra
[Verse 1]
The only picture I can paint is the one that I see
Put you in frame, I'm out my frame, I'm runnin' out of speech
The photograph of what we have begins to fade
Teyana Taylor dancing naked in the rain
Shower down, shower down and wash away mistakes
But also know that strip the oils and that we'll likely break
We go from brilliant to brittle, bone to gristle
Home to riddle, glue to tape at Cash&Carry
Got some flowers and I made you a meal, wrote you a song
A bird with a word came and brought me a poem
That was sealed with a kiss the gerth and shape of your lips
I'm thinkin' 'bout the curve and shape of your hips
As they swing when you sway, walk away from the rift
Conversate in cherry red Converse
You had yellow like some fuckin' mustard
I had a dream that yours were fuckin' bloody
'Cause I was fuckin' bleeding
Under a tree, and it was pouring like it used to be
[Chorus]
I climb into meet you, meet you
But at last we, searching
Too close to the light to see
What we could be
[Verse 2]
The only style that I can paint in is that of my own
The only person I can be is that in my reflection
The only words that I can speak are those said on my own
Only perspective that I see is what my eyes relate
So when a smile doesn't direct, when our eyes detect
The mirror image of the one I share my final breath
Before it happen, how this happen? Mirror image changed
Or maybe I, 'cause mine eyes get older in due time
And time waits for none, matter never was real
Love is real as it gets, but that's when it gets real
Wrote this letter in pink, sometimes it feel like that
There was a fetish that peaked, fall down the hill like that
How we make it down the hill like that? Oh no
Need to get back up the hill 'cause at the bottom it's cold
And my arms won't work, and you just wanna be held
But my words won't work, you had me under your spell
I still be under your spell
[Chorus]
I climb into meet you, meet you
But at last we, searching
Too close to the light to see
What we could be
[Outro]
Oh, what we could be
Oh, what we could be
Searching, too close to the light to see
What we could be
The only picture I can paint is the one that I see
Put you in frame, I'm out my frame, I'm runnin' out of speech
The photograph of what we have begins to fade
Teyana Taylor dancing naked in the rain
Shower down, shower down and wash away mistakes
But also know that strip the oils and that we'll likely break
We go from brilliant to brittle, bone to gristle
Home to riddle, glue to tape at Cash&Carry
Got some flowers and I made you a meal, wrote you a song
A bird with a word came and brought me a poem
That was sealed with a kiss the gerth and shape of your lips
I'm thinkin' 'bout the curve and shape of your hips
As they swing when you sway, walk away from the rift
Conversate in cherry red Converse
You had yellow like some fuckin' mustard
I had a dream that yours were fuckin' bloody
'Cause I was fuckin' bleeding
Under a tree, and it was pouring like it used to be
[Chorus]
I climb into meet you, meet you
But at last we, searching
Too close to the light to see
What we could be
[Verse 2]
The only style that I can paint in is that of my own
The only person I can be is that in my reflection
The only words that I can speak are those said on my own
Only perspective that I see is what my eyes relate
So when a smile doesn't direct, when our eyes detect
The mirror image of the one I share my final breath
Before it happen, how this happen? Mirror image changed
Or maybe I, 'cause mine eyes get older in due time
And time waits for none, matter never was real
Love is real as it gets, but that's when it gets real
Wrote this letter in pink, sometimes it feel like that
There was a fetish that peaked, fall down the hill like that
How we make it down the hill like that? Oh no
Need to get back up the hill 'cause at the bottom it's cold
And my arms won't work, and you just wanna be held
But my words won't work, you had me under your spell
I still be under your spell
[Chorus]
I climb into meet you, meet you
But at last we, searching
Too close to the light to see
What we could be
[Outro]
Oh, what we could be
Oh, what we could be
Searching, too close to the light to see
What we could be