High Places

High Places - A Field Guide songtekst

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My head was filled with wordless thoughts
Perched on a little ledge
Home in another world
A see-length from my bed

And all around wede sailing boats
I stowed them in my head
A foreign land of welcome sights
Familiar as my bed

Inside of my eyelids looks the same
No mater where my feet are
When my head´s mile away
It plants me where my feet are

Inside of my eyelids looks the same
Inside of my eyelids looks the same
Inside of my eyelids looks the same
No matter where my feet are

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