Låttexter: Polly Paulusma. Scissors In My Pocket. Over The Hill.

Take me back to the evening that it all began
There was you and me and some drunkards in a black London taxi cab
And we said, driver, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
I quicken your pace there
Put your foot down, driver, get us over the hill

Though I built up a wall around me, you just blew it down
And my mother always told me that you'd come and dig me out of here somehow

She told me somewhere, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
Follow your fate there, but don't rush it
You've got time to get over the hill

Climbing higher, got no place to rest
I'm just climbing higher, aaiming for the mountain crest
It's up there, the panacea, come and see for yourself

I've got nothing for you but kisses and a pocketful of rye
But I see our unborn children in the apple of your eye

And I say darling, over the hill
There's a place where time stands still
Let's have a race there, come on boy
I'll chase you up over the hill
Let's have a race there
I'll chase you up over the hill