Lyrics

High
You could be way up high
And when you come down
You could touch down like a feather
That you wore in your hat
Up north
For a while

Low
You could be way down low
But when you come up
You could take off like a feather
Caught in a breeze
Up through the trees
Back to the sky where it flies

?Cause your time has come to win at something
and it doesn?t really matter what it is
as long as there?s a line to cross
But that does not go for love I hope
?Casue it shouldn?t really matter
when you?re only playing in the sand

Me
You could be more or less me
?Cause I don?t want to wonder
Any more about who I am

And you
I want to be more to you
And when we get close enough to talk
I?m gonna shut up
And close my eyes
And bend like a wire
And disintegrate slow

?Cause my time has come to win at something
and it doesn?t really matter what it is
as long as there?s a line to cross
But that does not go for love I hope
?Casue it shouldn?t really matter
when you?re only playing in the sand