Heaven on High کے بول

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