Violet Hill

Was a long and dark December, from the rooftops, I remember
There was snow, white snow
Clearly, I remember
From the windows, they were watching while we froze down below

When the future's architectured by a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me, won't you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals and a fox became God
Priests clutched onto Bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles and the cross was held aloft

Bury me in armor when I'm dead and hit the ground
My nerves are poles that unfroze

And if you love me, won't you let me know?

(Ooh-ooh!)

I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship would stow, far below

So if you love me, why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still
So if you love me, won't you let me know?
If you love me, won't you let me know?