High on a hill where the city seems tame
Beyond the shimmer is where I sit and hide
Hush now people, don't you cry
It takes a hundred fleas to fetch me from the sky
Here, what's mine is mine
Only the angels sing me something even finer
Yes sir, I don't care
For the common pace and the people still down there
Your lights still flicker in the cold tonight
Even with the tune I still won't feel right
If all the sleep will easily sway
My intentions of remaining up for one more day
Here, what's mine is mine
Only the angels sing me something even finer
Yes sir, I don't care
For the common pace and the people still down there
Here, what's mine is mine
Only the angels sing me something even finer
Yes sir, I don't care
For the common pace and the people still down there