Besedila: A Fine Frenzy. Bomb in a Birdcage. New Heights.

You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king
The face of rival-less Gods, deep in your thoughts
Come here, oh, closer to touch, never enough
Let me climb under your skin, oh, let me in

From your lips a precipice, I hang from every word
High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them high
Keep 'em high

The calm of turbulent seas fallen to sleep
And when the troubles arise we hold on tight
How can a body contain something so great?
My shell may suddenly burst, out will come birds

From your lips a precipice, I hang on every word
High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them
High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them high
Keep 'em high

We will find a way, we will find a way
We will find a way, yes, we will find a way

And we are high and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them
High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them

High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them
High and seeking, oh, we are reaching
New heights and seeking, how to keep them high
Keep 'em high