Top of the Road lyrics

A lovely morning, at least that's what he's told

The sky is blue but cold.

And on the same bus with the suits and the fools

The driver's jokes get old.

Can you scream silenty? Can you just explode?

The bus goes on and on.

They said he'd find it at the top of the road.

Desire in his soul.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

And then he sees them, their sure flashes of smiles

Those leaflets and their words

They talk of new things and the state of this land,

The only way to go.

And then they show him what we've been doing wrong

The values that they hold.

They said he'd find it at the top of the road

Desire in his soul.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

Can you fight it? Can you fight it?

The truth's on hold but maybe you like it?

Can you fight it? Can you fight it?

The truth's on hold but maybe you like it?

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

All this is, is wind blowing over you.

You see this bordom is destructive and cold

When brainwashed by false hope.

Like many young men he despises us all

Those white, those black, those brown

And it's so easy to just hate him away

Disgusting's what you say.

He went and found it at the top of your road

This disillusioned soul.

He went and found it at the top of your road

Desire in his soul.

He went and found it at the top of your road

This disillusioned soul.

• Artist:Iwan Rheon
• Album:Dinard