Letras de High

Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines
The long grass blows and ripples
There′s a beautiful spiral of roads
That leads the lost up here

I was watching the birds taking off
To swoop down over the city
They find and take just what they need
And turn, turn, turn

Where the movers move, the shakers shake
The winners write their history
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing

The movers move, the shakers shake
The winners write their history
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing

Down at the moon on the pus-gate
With all the TVs flickering
While behind the sky was moving
Liquid crimson gold

Brothers, sisters, pay no heed
To the unfaithful messengers
Viewers is a prison world
Of lies, lies, lies

Where the movers move, the shakers shake
The winners write their history
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing

The movers move, the shakers shake
The winners write their history
But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing

The beating wind goes to me
It goes to me
Our time it must be almost done
Be almost done

All these things you fear so much
Depend on angles and vision
From down in the maze of walls
You can't see what′s coming

But from high on the high hills
It all looks like nothing

High on the high hills
It all looks like nothing
Nothing