High - David Hallyday
Written by:David HallydayLisa Catherine Cohen
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 flying
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
Through the eyes of the dove the eyes of a
Dove
Through the eyes of the dove 'cause you are
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
Yeah high high high
There are roads that lead you nowhere and roads that
Lead you home