Neil Young







Once, high on a hill, there was a song



Nothing was wrong, that's when time stood still



Now lovers are caught, tied in their dreams



Bound in their thoughts, wrapped in the depth of their love







If I can hold on to you



If I can hold on to you







Somewhere near the end, lovers pretend



Fake what they feel, take what they get from love



Start missing the drive, staying alive



Four out of five, without the feeling of love







If the sky is fire and hell is blue



If all of our dreams won't come true



If the sky is fire and hell is blue



I'll cover you, I'll cover you







Sky is fire, hell is blue



Sky is fire, hell is blue







That's why I'm out of control



Tear myself down, build myself up, tear myself down again



I'm talking to you, trying to get through



Don't want to hide, lost in the mirror of love