From this height

I can only picture you
When you're looking sideways on
Hoping I don't start to fade
When the nights start drawing in
Power vacuums must be filled
Hypertension keeps us tight
Does it ever seem to you
We rely on something else?
No need to mend your ways
From this height the world
Doesn't seem so sad.
Mid-July
Time to leave
I'll be late
Wait for me
Replayed, the game
Doesn't seem so bad.
No need to mend your ways
From this height the world
Doesn't seem so hungry
Terrified and turning on itself
Save for you and me
I could swear that no-one else was there
No-one else is there
Doesn't seem so bad
Doesn't seem so bad