High

Leave it to me to find no peace and no relief In my own rhyme Breathe and release a symphony of scattered keys Well, I think Pearce lied I'm on the brink between a split in earth and a dying lover, Rasping goodbye I don't dream at night despite the breeze that sings to me and calls me on high High Don't cry, don't cry they'll hear you at night More wine, more wine I've seen the Divine Inside, inside we breath our sighs Don't leave, don't leave my hearts on fire Fire