Heaven high, out of bounds
Silver lines on every cloud
You were so proud
Heaven high, like a king
It's divine, it's obscene
If you wanted, you could have it
All tomorrow's promises
Holding on somewhere, someday, somehow
They build you up to put you down
You don't mind when you're a clown
If you wanted, you could show them
All tomorrow's promises
Holding on somewhere, someday, somehow
It's easy
We could leave it all behind
Tomorrow's promises
Calling out somewhere, someday, somehow