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?