Up the Hill - French Films

He’s a fine man

Salvation in his hand

Recruited by the league

Of lovers on demand

He is there for you

Lifting every proof

That you were never lost

When you followed through

And I will miss the nights

We walked the streets alive

And I had found a home

Oh I could never lie

Look up the hill and see

There is still the tree

And it will bloom again

Just like any other year

There’s so many roads

More important roads

Than the heartache

Like my friends would know

First love is only

First love they told me

And I’ll go with them now

Sink the drugs for lonely

And sometimes miss the nights

We walked the streets alive

And I had found a home

Oh I could never lie

Look up the hill and see

There is still the tree

And it will bloom again

Just like any other year

Just like any other year

Here’s a fine man

With every dream you have

These days won’t be the worst

When only graves can hold us down