Paroles de Far

My treasures are not tucked away In chests of oak and iron Kept in an attic for a million Moths and dust to lie on My heart is envious of angels My soul belongs in higher places that are Far away from here "Live for power, wealth, and fame" I'm fed with daily phrases How can that be enough When all I see are hungry faces? My heart is envious of angels My soul belongs in higher places That are Far away from here