High
High, high as a kite I will fly away. Low as the rock that I’ve hit
It’s an inevitable feeling an irrevocable dealing of the cards
And I’m just laying here praying you’ll tell me it’s hard
Harder than it seems

To know myself is my greatest disease. To fear all the things I don’t know. (I don’t wanna know)
Like a wayfairing stranger or a lamb in a manger I’m scorned
And I’m just sitting here staring and bearing the norm

Sing high, high and away
Sing high, high and away
Sing high, high and away
Sing high, high and away