House on a Hill - Passenger

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

Far from the madness, that folds around me

Peaceful and gentle, like sails on the breeze

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

There’s a warm light on a cold night

And clean cotton sheets

Soap smelling skin and tingling feet

With stars lining the skyline

And shine through the trees

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

And when the autumn comes down

We’ll get what we need from the town

And all of our friends will be round

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

Moon white as paper and night black as sleep

With old things behind us and new things to be

In an old house on a hillside

Next to the sea

And when the sunshine comes down

My hair will turn golden

And my skin will turn brown

And all of our friends will be round