The Hills Songtext
von Leonard Cohen

I can make the hills
The system is shot
I′m living on pills
For which I thank God
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I′m not allowed a trace of regret

For someone will use
The thing I could not be
My heart will be hurt
Impersonally
She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide


The endless suspended
The door open wide
And she will be born to someone like you
What I left undone
She will certainly do (ah-ah-ah)

I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah)
And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah)
And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)

I can′t make the hills
The system is shot
I′m living on pills
For which I thank God
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write (ooh)
What the night penciled in (ooh)


But I know she is coming (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
And that is the longing (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)
(I know she is coming, ah-ah-ahh)
And I know she will look (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahh, ahhh)
(That is the longing, ah-ah-ah)
And this is the hook (ah-ah-ah)

I can make the hills
The system is shot
I′m living on pills
For which I thank God
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughingstock

And I can make the hills (ah-ah-ahh)
The system is shot (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh)
I'm living on pills (ah-ah-ahh)
For which I thank God (ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahh)