Текст песни Higher - Nicholas Gunn , Sam Martin , York

It was only just a few short years ago
I was thinking 'bout the fires that I once owned
My misery had found its wings and had its way
Rocking, falling, sinking to my knees was everyday

I was higher
I was like a burning ember floating in the wind
I was tired
And now I found my way back home to you again

Why did it always take so much to play my hand?
I reached my limit, found that I no longer can
My history had found its way upon the shelf
Collecting dust and yearning blindly for my desperate self

I was higher
I was like a burning ember floating in the wind
I was tired
And now I found my way back home to you again