Ben Watt - On Box Hill lyrics

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Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees All the cars on the Gulldford Road are just a murmur now Foot-worn paths like white-washed dreams run down the hill Red kite waving so frantically in the bluey sky Family with a little girl in a blowy dress She crouches down to pick a flower then dances on Bah bah... Right up here I'm far away from everything Right up here there's nothing that can touch me now The only thing that stabs my back is spiky grass The only thing that makes me fall is liberty Bah bah... On box hill ..standstill On box hill Here until (Thanks to Hannah for these lyrics)