paroles de chanson A Field Guide - High Places

My head was filled with wordless thoughts
Perched on a little ledge
Home in another world
A sea-length from my bed

And all around were sailing boats
I stowed them in my head
A foreign land of welcome sights
Familiar as my bed

Inside of my eyelid looks the same
No matter where my feet are
When my head's a mile away
It plants me where my feet are.