UP HIGH


Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes me by

Just like
A freight train
That tries to maintain
Carry its weight
In vain

Take a trek
Across the horizon
The thief be despisin'
The one that he
Confides in

It makes
No sense at all
Standing at this wall
As darkness starts
To fall

Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes you by

It's passing me by
It might be a sign

It's passing you by
Innocence devine

Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes us by

You are viewing proxied material from sdf.org. The copyright of proxied material belongs to its original authors. Any comments or complaints in relation to proxied material should be directed to the original authors of the content concerned. Please see the disclaimer for more details.