High Above the Clouds Songtext
von Mindgames
High Above the Clouds Songtext
From the familiar world to the vast unknown,
there′ll always be dreamers who will sail for the stars.
Pushing the boundaries, one by one.
We cross the edge to meet the rising of dawn.
Here we are on higher "ground",
caught in space, in the absence of sound
Here the future meets the past
The vision's revealed when the circle is round
All for survival ′till the end of times,
We will hunt for horizons, hungry to explore.
Left Eden's Garden for a brave new world.
Come, meet our nature of us always wanting more.
No, the work is never done,
we can improve,
reflect on my idea,
or on your idea,
The puzzle can't be solved.
We seem to disagree
Tantalizing, compromising,
we map out our destiny...
Some are moving out to find a place,
and hope to meet some better days.
While others strive for certainty,
and turn to group identity.
A crowd in chaos and despair
yearns for times that never were.
A million writings on the wall,
to urge the minds to "blame ′em all"
When our society′s shifting gear,
The heat is on to stir up fear.
The only right to place of birth,
should be a spot on planet earth
Will we still sense our whereabouts,
when being high above the clouds?
there′ll always be dreamers who will sail for the stars.
Pushing the boundaries, one by one.
We cross the edge to meet the rising of dawn.
Here we are on higher "ground",
caught in space, in the absence of sound
Here the future meets the past
The vision's revealed when the circle is round
All for survival ′till the end of times,
We will hunt for horizons, hungry to explore.
Left Eden's Garden for a brave new world.
Come, meet our nature of us always wanting more.
No, the work is never done,
we can improve,
reflect on my idea,
or on your idea,
The puzzle can't be solved.
We seem to disagree
Tantalizing, compromising,
we map out our destiny...
Some are moving out to find a place,
and hope to meet some better days.
While others strive for certainty,
and turn to group identity.
A crowd in chaos and despair
yearns for times that never were.
A million writings on the wall,
to urge the minds to "blame ′em all"
When our society′s shifting gear,
The heat is on to stir up fear.
The only right to place of birth,
should be a spot on planet earth
Will we still sense our whereabouts,
when being high above the clouds?
Writer(s): Bart Schram, Maximilian Von Wüllerstorff, Sandro Starita, Tom De Vriendt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com