Up on a hill Is where we began to fall apart And though the thrill Of making love won't get that far Yeah I was stoned And you weren't fucking there Yeah I was all alone And you weren't fucking there At all Up on a hill Is where we began to fall apart And though it thrills Of making love won't get that far Yeah I was stoned And you weren't fucking there Yeah I was all alone And you weren't fucking there At all I'm falling apart Already I know It's a sign of times That Jacky's buying the smokes We're out on a waltz She's wearing my coat There's a party inside Decide that we're in the know Pull me to a side Lay me out on the floor I'm the type of alive that makes a little seem more Pour my buddy a pint Pour another for yours We're the type of alive that makes it living at all That makes it living at all That makes it living at all That makes it living at all