in the hills it s an overcoat colder come by see me if big things life things are waves at your door come by see me come grab a sleep on my floor no more courting the squall you re out with a friend in the capital i m a thousand leagues under the sea you re hovering worriedly over your eggs and i m pondering trees i m wandering long and i m pondering trees for you and me in the hills it s an overcoat colder come by see me if big things life things are waves at your door come by see me come grab a sleep on my floor no more courting the squall you re out with a friend in the capital i m a thousand leagues under the sea you re hovering worriedly over your eggs and i m pondering trees i m wandering long and i m pondering trees for you and me i m the son of a saint and a leader of men and i m neither of them but i m yours i ll build us a house out of wrestlerock shale with some everyday windows an anytime roof and i ll open the doors to you and yours just pondering trees for you and me1