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