foreign fields with pnau

Elton John

Someone says la la la la lala

My high flying
High flying bird

My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm

My high flying
High flying bird

Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last night s
whispers circulate all day
Their back-stage baby princess passed away

The white walls of your dressing room
Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death

My high-flying bird
Has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm

She thought I was the archer
A weather man of words
My high-flying bird
Has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm

She thought I was the archer
A weather man of words
But I could never shoot her
My high-flying bird

My high-flying bird...

The white walls of your dressing room
Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death