top of the hill

complicate liberate confused by the call
into the forest where the angles waking
like the birds in the trees
i only wish we could catch the first plane
out of here

keep on drivin keep on drivin
little roadmaps on the moon

the stars are ufos all eyes neon globes
everything is watching him
hes the centre of the dream
the birds are talking to him
hay he just worked out telepathy

into the stars back through the sun
top of the hill where the angles fly
into the sun back through the stars
top of the hill where the angles fly

terminate the terminal
we all live so we can fly
that true destination
wheres the ticket anyhow

take drugs climb that hill
see the world a different point of view
burn the future
burn the past
fall into the abyss of that ugly mask

keep on calling keep on calling
little roadmaps on the moon