Marty Willson - Even Though You Are My Friend

In the distance, there's a hill
There's a house upon the hill
On this side it's dark
On the other side it's green
I bite my nails, I touch my face
How long before I reach that place


The sky is pressing down
And it tears me from my sleep
I fall onto the ground
And the gorse rips at my skin
I scratch my eyes and open wide
How long before the other side


Even though you are my friend
This is the end, this is the end