High up above us, where all the hawks Circle the mountain, riding the wind Floating on updrafts and searching for prey I think I saw them today
I climbed up higher than I've ever been Walked through the rubble, the smog and decay Up where the sky is not auburn but blue I'd like to go there with you
Miles stretch below us, lost in the haze Everything distant, everything strange Birds in formations that I've never seen Spelling a language of dreams
Trees low and twisted, flattened by storms Stretch across granite to reach for the edge I feel an impulse to spring and take flight Everything seems to be rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
