Fields and hills

Cooler than a rolling wave
Smoother than a washed up stone
Darker than the darkest cave
Fields and hills I wish was home
Sharper than a piece of glass
Greener than any blade of grass
Tired of the town and all its stone
Fields and hills I wish was home

More rewarding than a million pounds
Or the excess of those singer stars
An attitude that astounds
The rich and their expensive cars
Cooler than a block of ice
No emotion … just a heart of stone
Bluer than the bluest sky
Fields and hills I wish was home

Colder than the coldest day
Communication seemed to stray
Leaving people out of reach
More windswept than some distant beach
Brighter than the brightest moon
And more silent than an empty room
Smoother than a washed up stone
Fields and hills I wish was home