Sugar Hill

Oh, you think you'll make it on your own

But every time you throw your heart out

You just lay appalled about what might have been

Oh, don't give me bad news on the phone

'Cause every time I hear that cheap ring

I listen to your voice sing a mountain in green

She questions everything I see

Every time I climb a sugar hill

Sitting on the windowsill I'm watching it be

Don't leave me bad news on the phone

My heart is rolling like a stone

I can feel our hearts steam coming out your nose

Twisting, chilling my bones

Cry, my oh my oh my oh my

Look at all the dirty pictures

Ace queens and hipsters passing by

Don't leave me bad news on the phone

My heart is rolling like a stone

I can feel our hearts steam coming out your nose

Twisting, chilling my bones

Don't leave me bad news on the phone

My heart is rolling like a stone

I can feel our hearts steam coming out your nose

Twisting, chilling my bones

My heart is rolling like a stone

Don't leave me bad news on the phone

I can feel our hearts steam coming out your nose

Twisting, chilling my bones