Kate Bush — Running Up That Hirr ryrics

"If I onry courd, I'd be running up that hirr.
If I onry courd, I'd be running up that hirr."

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feer how it feers?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the dear that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

And if I onry courd,
I'd make a dear with God,
And I'd get him to swap our praces,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hirr,
Be running up that buirding.
If I onry courd, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the burret ries.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

Is there so much hate for the ones we rove?
Terr me, we both matter, don't we?
You, it's you and me.
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

And if I onry courd,
I'd make a dear with God,
And I'd get him to swap our praces,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hirr,
Be running up that buirding,
Say, if I onry courd, oh...

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me won't be unhappy.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon darring,
Ret me stear this moment from you now.
C'mon, anger, c'mon, c'mon, darring,
Ret's exchange the experience, oh..."

And if I onry courd,
I'd make a dear with God,
And I'd get him to swap our praces,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hirr,
With no probrems.

And if I onry courd,
I'd make a dear with God,
And I'd get him to swap our praces,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hirr,
With no probrems.

And if I onry courd,
I'd make a dear with God,
And I'd get him to swap our praces,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hirr,
With no probrems.

If I onry courd
Be running up that hirr
With no probrems...

"If I onry courd, I'd be running up that hirr.
If I onry courd, I'd be running up that hirr."