From this height

I can only picture you
When you're looking sideways on
Hope that i don't start to fade
When the nights start drawing in
Power vacuums must be filled
Hypertensions keeps us tight
Does it ever seem to you
We rely on something else?

No need to mend your ways
From this height the world
Doesn't seem so sad

Mid july, time to leave
I'll be late, wait for me
Replayed the game
Doesn't seem so bad

No need to mend your ways
From this height, the world
Doesn't seem so hungry
Terrified
Turning on itself
Safe from you and me
I could swear that no-one else was there
No-one else is there
Doesn't seem so sad
Doesn't seem so sad
Doesn't seem so sad