The Wolfgang Press

On The Hill

The Wolfgang Press


Can't find ...my way... 

Reach out and find it 
So so 
Is this a matador falling into my arms 
Turnig and burning in this rage 
Calypso find another cause 
5 more hours until dawn 

Remember that golden day 
Remember that golden day 
A relevation 
The pain is lost not long to go 
You can sigh 
Peace is near peace is close 
You will live again 
Bad days have blown away 
My head is on the mend 
A symphony hits the back of my head 
And it's misunderstood 
But heaven accepts me 

A last mad fling a conscious effort 
To forget all the pain 
Is this an easy task 
When I walk down the street 
I heard children playing 
Screaming, laughing ha ha 
In bright sunlight 
It made my eyes squint 
You know it was heaven 

Reach out and find it 
Is this a matador falling into my arms 
Turning and burning in this rage 
Calypso find another cause 
5 more hours until dawn 
Straighten your tie you naughty boy 
Above the rafters above the slopes 
You climb 
And so on peacefully