On a hillside, on a hilltopnThe sun shines on your face andnFor a moment, it hits younThat love could light dark placesnnBut it's a moment, it passesnYou regain some cognitionnYou're a letter, case-sensitivenFatalistic inclinationnnMaybe you should take some picturesnOf relationships with you in themn(And) Maybe our lives would stop ebbing awaynIf we just opened up and helped someone in their deepest gloomnnYou're a decimal, not repeatingnNor are you terminatingnWishing you were not sentientnIn regard to your state of beingnnLove cannLight darknPlacesnnFor a moment, it hits younThat love could light dark places