Down the Hillside
Jose Gabriel Gonzales
The pages are pale
Books are unwritten
The house is for sale
It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay
But if you follow the voice
It'll lead you the way
Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside
It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay
But if you follow the voice
It'll lead you the way
Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside
Down the hillside
To the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside