Marching Church - Up a Hill lyrics

Feel like an unconscious child In the arms of a firefighter Illumed in red, yellow and black Fully unaware that I started the fire So I could save you from it I refuse to be bedridden by this fever Though my eyelids are heavy And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill The time is approaching Its senses still unborn Apartment windows are shut back Every winter has his thorns Don't think truth will just pa** by We're here trying to draw it back out of the water You know, life could just slip by Without no one ever knowing I refuse to be bedridden by this fever Though my eyelids are heavy And my conception blurred I've been going up a hill