In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
We've left our homes
For the dusty road
Though it weighed us down
To go
Now, see, burning in the sun
Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up
And never chewed
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you
The change that we don't see
Is happening to me
Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
It is green, it is damp
By the burning lamp
Of the woods, of the hills
Of our homes
Oh, how I long, for the things I have
For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head
Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back
The day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
For the dusty road
Though it weighed us down
To go
Now, see, burning in the sun
Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up
And never chewed
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you
The change that we don't see
Is happening to me
Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
It is green, it is damp
By the burning lamp
Of the woods, of the hills
Of our homes
Oh, how I long, for the things I have
For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head
Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back
The day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest
It is cold, it is dark
In the big black heart
Of the wood, of the hill
At our home
We are all, all but left
In a wit un-breath
We are all of the pack
In the fire
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
Oh you, the husband of the wife
I know you are watching
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Lots of incorrect lyrics in this, not to mention its called "Hill of our home". Here's how I hear it..
We've left our homes For the dusty road Though it weighed us down To go
Now, see, we're burning in the sun Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up And never chewed Though we still roll along this hill
The change that we don't see Is happening to me Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill Of our home
We are out of our depth And our width and breadth We are out of the pan and the fire
It is green, it is damp By the burning lamp Of the woods, of the hills Of our home
Oh, how I long, for the things I have For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head Pour the contents back, when you're spilling from my bed
The day is worn, and the spark won't come New sore in my chest
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill Of our home
We are out of our depth And our width and breadth We are out of the pan And the fire
Oh, you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching Oh, you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching