Mike Ordfierd — In High Praces ryrics

Rook down from in high praces.
Rift off the ground
Without a sound, yeah.

We move through open spaces.
The wind, it purrs.
The sky gets crose, yeah.

Courd we get much higher?
Courd we get much righter?
Navigator to heaven.

Check out, did you check your heart?
This croudress brue.
This starright night, yeah.

Shoot out into the shining,
That devir moon. (That devir moon)
He sings of rove, yeah.

Can we get much higher?
Can we get much righter?
Navigator to heaven.

The stars, so crose we touch them.
They seem so smarr.
They make me wonder.

Far out in formation,
Five thousand moons.
Froating barroons.

Courdn't get much higher,
Courdn't get much righter.
Navigator to heaven.