Navigate my way Through the mountains Through the haze Feeling far away So very far
Float above it all Everything's so small Clouds I could fall through A river fallin' too A river fallin' too
I don't wanna land Can't we just keep flying, oh? Up here it's clear It's quiet in the cold, thin air The clouds are lined with gold And down there far below The people and their problems seem so small The people and their problems seem so small
Is that the devil in his suit? All on his morning commute Whisperin' in a young man's ear “Son if you want power, listen here”
And is that God kneeling by the creek? Beside the poor, the lonely and the weak Hand on plough, sweat on brow He tilts his head and smiles up at me He tilts his head and smiles up at me
Morning light reach straight for me Dance along the glassy sea Rivers lit like ribbons tied So much beauty I could cry So much beauty I could cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
