New Heights
Alison Loren Sudol
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
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
We will find a way (x4)
And we are high and seeking,
Oh we are reaching
New heights and seeking
How to keep them high