How do I get to the top of the hill? To me, it's not a place we stay We were halfway there I saw the wind coming I had no idea what was in my head How could I be there so naturally? I guess it's caused by the wind that blew me That power pushes me back, Still sometimes How can I resist it on my own? What we want is always in the wind What I know is always in the wind How do I get to the top of the hill?