House On The Hill

The smell after the rain Brings his mind back home He knows it´s far away and not the same If he goes alone Now he closes his eyes he`s on the path Only a few steps more And he's standing in front of the familiar wooden door But he hesitates to knock... Until someone says Please let me invite you to my house on the hill Where the radio plays songs you've never heard I am pleased to inform you all the clocks stand still And you`ll wake up to the sound of singing birds He dreams of distant ships on the horizon While he's standing at the traffic light People running `round all kinds of sounds While he's standing on the side Now he closes his eyes he`s on the path Only a few steps more And he's standing in front of the familiar wooden door But he hesitates to knock... Until someone says Please let me invite you to my house on the hill Where the radio plays songs you've never heard I am pleased to inform you all the clocks stand still And you`ll wake up to the sound of singing birds Excuse me would you share your dream with me Cause I need a break from reality... In my house on the hill Please let me invite you to my house on the hill Where the radio plays songs you've never heard I am pleased to inform you all the clocks stand still And you`ll wake up to the sound of singing birds