Down the Hillside - José González

The pages is our pale

Books are unwritten

The house is fore sale

It’s warm in the blood

Cold in the rain

It’s easy to stay

But if you follow the voice

It will 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 will 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