In  High  Places  -  Mike  Oldfield

Look  down  from  in  high  places.

Lift  off  the  ground

Without  a  sound,  yeah.

We  move  through  open  spaces.

The  wind,  it  pulls.

The  sky  gets  close,  yeah.

Could  we  get  much  higher?

Could  we  get  much  lighter?

Navigator  to  heaven.

Check  out,  did  you  check  your  heart?

This  cloudless  blue.

This  starlight  night,  yeah.

Shoot  out  into  the  shining,

That  devil  moon.  (that  devil  moon)

He  sings  of  love,  yeah.

Can  we  get  much  higher?

Can  we  get  much  lighter?

Navigator  to  heaven.

The  stars,  so  close  we  touch  them.

They  seem  so  small.

They  make  me  wonder.

Far  out  in  formation,

Five  thousand  moons.

Floating  balloons.

Couldn't  get  much  higher,

Couldn't  get  much  lighter.

Navigator  to  heaven.

to  heaven.

to  heaven.

to  heaven.

to  heaven.

to  heaven.