High

David Hallyday

High (Original Version)

How many moments?
Tell me what precious time
Fell through your fingers like sand?

Love turned away from
What intended fire
Died in the palm of your hand?

Now you understand, you're

High
High
Up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go
When you fly
High
High
Up high enough to see
There are roads that lead you nowhere
And roads that lead you home

You've slain the dragon
It was you all the time

You've touched the power of love
All of the pieces
Falling in place
Seeing all you've become worthy of
Through the eyes of the dove, flying
High
High
Up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go

When you fly
High
High
Up high enough to see
There are roads that lead you nowhere
And roads that lead you home

Yeah, yeah

High
High
Up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go
When you fly
High
High
Up high enough to see
There are roads that lead you nowhere
And roads that lead you home

High
High, oh high, yeah

High
High, oh high, yeah

Yeah, yeah

High
High
Up high enough to dream
There are places yet undreamed of
Your heart so yearns to go...

 

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