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