Look to the hills

Look to the hills, tell me what you see.
Gravity's held hostage the earth,
the sky tonight looks like destiny.

The breeze, like time, has been set free.
Once gone, it won't return to your hearth.
Look, to the hills. Tell me what you see,

has the rogue breeze been caught on a fir tree,
like a kite, midway to rebirth?
The sky tonight, looks like destiny.

The clouds are just an aerial sea
Each peak's a beach, So henceforth,
look to the hills. Tell me what you see.

The land is just not the place to be,
too certain of its own worth.
The sky tonight, looks like my destiny.

Each window, a vulgarity,
careful, do not breathe in the dearth.
Look to the hills, tell me what you see?
The sky tonight looks just like destiny.