Die On This Hill
Lyric
(Verse 1)
I’m still wearing the sweater you said made me look small
Standing right where you left me, back against the hall
You were halfway out the driveway before the engine even hummed
And I’m just counting the minutes until the silence makes me numb.
You call it moving forward, I call it running away
But I’ve built a house out of the things you were too afraid to say.
(Pre-Chorus)
I know the neighbors think I’m crazy, standing in the rain
Waiting for a ghost to come and justify the pain.
But there’s a comfort in the damage, a rhythm in the hurt
I’d rather drown in your ocean than be safe in the dirt.
(Chorus)
So go on, take your freedom, leave the keys under the mat
I’m a soldier for a feeling, I’m okay with being that.
If your love was just a season, then I’m freezing in the chill
You can call it self-destruction, I call it standing still.
Yeah, you’d break my heart just for the thrill
But I’ll take the blow and die on this hill.
(Verse 2)
You were always a visitor, just passing through the gate
Checking your watch while I was trying to negotiate with fate.
You said, “Sienna, don’t be stubborn, it’s a losing game to play”
But I’d rather lose with you than find a different way.
Now the grass is growing taller around my heavy feet
And I’m the only one left fighting on this empty, dead-end street.
(Bridge)
I’m terrified of being a chapter you forget
A shadow in your mirror, a momentary regret.
So I’ll stay until the sun goes down and the stars begin to bleed
I’ll be the constant variable that you didn’t think you’d need.
I’m not a stop along the tracks, I’m the end of the line
And I’m staying right here until I make you mine.
(Guitar/String Solo – High Intensity)
(Chorus)
So go on, take your freedom, leave the keys under the mat
I’m a soldier for a feeling, I’m okay with being that.
If your love was just a season, then I’m freezing in the chill
You can call it self-destruction, I call it standing still.
Yeah, you’d break my heart just for the thrill
But I’ll take the blow and die on this hill.
(Outro)
I’m still here.
Yeah, the wind is cold but I’m still here.
I’m the only one left on this hill.
(Piano fades out with a single, haunting chord)
Lyric
(Verse 1)
I’m still wearing the sweater you said made me look small
Standing right where you left me, back against the hall
You were halfway out the driveway before the engine even hummed
And I’m just counting the minutes until the silence makes me numb.
You call it moving forward, I call it running away
But I’ve built a house out of the things you were too afraid to say.
(Pre-Chorus)
I know the neighbors think I’m crazy, standing in the rain
Waiting for a ghost to come and justify the pain.
But there’s a comfort in the damage, a rhythm in the hurt
I’d rather drown in your ocean than be safe in the dirt.
(Chorus)
So go on, take your freedom, leave the keys under the mat
I’m a soldier for a feeling, I’m okay with being that.
If your love was just a season, then I’m freezing in the chill
You can call it self-destruction, I call it standing still.
Yeah, you’d break my heart just for the thrill
But I’ll take the blow and die on this hill.
(Verse 2)
You were always a visitor, just passing through the gate
Checking your watch while I was trying to negotiate with fate.
You said, “Sienna, don’t be stubborn, it’s a losing game to play”
But I’d rather lose with you than find a different way.
Now the grass is growing taller around my heavy feet
And I’m the only one left fighting on this empty, dead-end street.
(Bridge)
I’m terrified of being a chapter you forget
A shadow in your mirror, a momentary regret.
So I’ll stay until the sun goes down and the stars begin to bleed
I’ll be the constant variable that you didn’t think you’d need.
I’m not a stop along the tracks, I’m the end of the line
And I’m staying right here until I make you mine.
(Guitar/String Solo – High Intensity)
(Chorus)
So go on, take your freedom, leave the keys under the mat
I’m a soldier for a feeling, I’m okay with being that.
If your love was just a season, then I’m freezing in the chill
You can call it self-destruction, I call it standing still.
Yeah, you’d break my heart just for the thrill
But I’ll take the blow and die on this hill.
(Outro)
I’m still here.
Yeah, the wind is cold but I’m still here.
I’m the only one left on this hill.
(Piano fades out with a single, haunting chord)