Jamison Young: songz
high fields
high fields
maybe i fly in high fields
flying with things that can’t be seen
all about knowing the way to land
how to land with no strings
nobody’s out there
everyone’s attached to the sky
nobody’s out there
everyone’s attached to the sky
could this be the one to set me free
would i be the fire beneath the water
rain falls apon the mountain
stream flows towards the tide
no bodys out there ...
could this be the ocean to the river
would these be the stairs to all the stars
if i take a breath on a mountain
then swim where i arrive
no body’s out there ...