High - David Hallyday

How many moments?

Tell me, what precious time

Fell through your fingers

Like sand?

Love turned away from

What untended 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 — flyin'

How many moments?

Tell me, what precious time

Fell through your fingers

Like sand?

Love turned away from

What untended 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 — flyin'