Heaven on High

Black sky
The birds, they fly
I see it all
They flee it all
We flock together
They move past
Lighthouse
Fly south through clouds
Can't see the ground
Can hear the sound, but can't get back down
Could this be my last

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you

Crossroads
Don't know which way is leading home
The water flows
Somehow the clearest way to go is not the path I chose
So will you?

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you
Now we blind ourselves from the truth
Heaven on high, it's in view
So break away from the roots
Carry me back on the wind to you

Bound to the tempest swirling ‘round
Embracing now, final breath
Rise from the confines
Life is found
Unbound, at the crest

Black skies, thunderous
Cross the rift
Lightning tears the sky

Break away from the roots
Before the storm comes for you
Raise me up from the noose
Carry me back on the wind to you
Now we blind ourselves from the truth
Heaven on high, it's in view
So break away from the roots
Carry me back home on the wind to you