I hear whispers in the lovely pines
They
echo through the wind
Trying to make a home under my skin
What's a woman to do
Wear the band of the dreams and old tattered boots
They follow me,
it don't matter where I'm going
Like vultures circling round a blood-mound sky
Ooh,
there's nothing taking to the grave when you die
There's no place to hide,
the hills have eyes
Mm-mm,
mm-mm,
mm-mm
Don't drink the water
from the devil's ditch
And be careful what you wish for
Cause it ain't always what you get
And time is a thief
And changing course feels like pulling a chain
They follow me, it don't matter where I'm going
Like vultures circling round a blood-mound sky
Ooh,
there's nothing taking to the grave when you die
There's no place to hide,
the hills have eyes
Mm-mm,
mm-mm, mm-mm The hills have eyes
Mm-mm,
mm-mm, mm-mm
They follow me, it don't matter where I'm going
Like
vultures circling round a blood-mound sky Ooh,
there's nothing taking to the grave
when you die
There's no place to hide,
the hills have eyes