Do you choose to walk in shadows and lose yourself? Or do you choose to play with angels and the fires of dawn? Do you choose these things? Or do they choose you?
Do you choose to build an army, stoned in the city wall? Or do you choose to have its life live high in waterfall? Do you choose these things? Or do they choose you?
If you fly too high, you’ll get better If you fly too high, you’ll get better So they say, so they say…----
When you high underneath the ocean, so deep in blue And the messenger stay out of here, comes to visit you And with his jagged teeth, he offers you the choice You can fire, fire, fire whole your life Or run in high
If you fly too high, you’ll get better If you fly too high, you’ll get better So they say, so they say…----