Harbour - Blue Six

Little girl was lost

And they found her in a field

And I watched the evening news

But I’m trying not to hear it

Is everyone this tired?

Immune to what they’re feeling

And I want it to be different

But I can barely stand to see it

We’ll sail by the sea

And watch the tide roll in

Brushing sand off of our feet

And oiling our skin

Anyone can say that we were hiding

Though everything we are is in plain view

But no one here will ever say a word to us

They’ve got better things to do

High, high, high

High price of freedom

Is it all inside of my head

And written in my dreams

Memory of a once great land and people

And the things that they believe

No other thoughts I have seem so uncertain

I’m crippled by the awful things I’ve seen

I sit and watch the sunset on the harbour

Wondering what it all must mean

I got high, high, high

High price of freedom