i was just thinking what if something came along
could there be nothing left to say
or would we be there standing drowning in the rain
while watching the doorway slippin' away

those fields before my eyes, they never seem to die
i wonder can we ever fly
and as you leave my sight i find it hard to try
to keep reaching too high

or maybe it's just impossible
to get too high from being alive?

i woke up breathing under endless open skies
with a naked body and a naked mind
everything around me was covered by this glow
and i knew that now it's time to go

and maybe it's just impossible
to get too high from being alive