Up a Hill

Fell like an unconscious child In the arms of a firefighter Illumined in red, yellow and black Fully unaware that I started this fire So I could save you Save you from it I refuse to be bedridden By this fever Though my eyelids are heavy And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill The time is approaching It senses still unborn Apartment windows are shut back Every winter has its thorns Don't think truth will just pass by We're here trying to draw it back out of the water You know, life could just slip by Without no one ever knowing I refuse to be bedridden By this fever Though my eyelids are heavy And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill I refuse to be bedridden By this fever Though my eyelids are heavy And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill