Lyrics: Curt Smith. Snow Hill.

This is called Snow Hill

Slow days in restless rooms
A constant stream of girls in green
Toy guns for action men
On news at ten

Cool handed candied lies
The abstract thoughts of adolescent minds
School plays and tribal wars
United scores

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Skin deep and snowball sweet
Swings and slides a hundred count to hide
Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find