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