Higher Ground

I grew up in a little town

Where my parents had settled down

Born to run on the radio

I was dreaming

There was a place where people met

From the kitchen and old cassete

Playing oldies by a string quartet

I was leaving

I was done

A nagging feeling inside

And every time I tried

They tried to bring me down

We're searching for higher ground

Where people can't drag us down

We're travel the moon and back

Glowing like fireflies

Can't sleep in the clouds but dream about the sky

I search for tracks of something else

When the battle is raging, and enemy is all around

I'll be on higher ground

I was done

Done with all for one

And every time I tried

They tried to bring me down

We're searching for higher ground

Where people can't drag us down

We're travel the moon and back

Glowing like fireflies

So I found myself a wooden little house

In a land that opens by a bird

That kissed the trees and can be heard

Across the land

A free bird flying

Across the land

The constelations slowly fade away

Will you join my morning meadow?

Let's delight in all we see

Across the land

We're free birds flying

Across the land

Across the land

I was done

We leave our homes, we leave our countries

Moving fast and better days

Awaits us as we cross the borders

With heavy hearts but pain decays

We're searching for a new horizon

But dark despairs corroding hand

Push us into confrontations

Here we stand in no mans land

Here we stand in no mans land