New Heights – A Fine Frenzy – letras

You are a thunderous thing, wondrous kingThe face of rival-less gods, deep in your thoughtsCome here, oh, closer to touch, never enoughLet me climb under your skin, oh let me inFrom your lips a precipiceI hang from every wordHeight and seekingOh we are reachingNew heights and seekingHow to keep them highThe calm of turbulent seas, fallen to sleepAnd when the troubles arise, we hold on tightHow can a body contain something so greatMy shell may suddenly burst out will come birds