High Songtext / Lyric

Down beneath the swoosh of the turbines, the long grass blows in ripples

There's a beautiful spiral of roads that leads the lost up here

I was watching the birds taking off to swoop down over the city

They find and take just what they need and turn, turn, turn



The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their history

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing

The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their history

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing






That afternoon on Hustlergate with all the TVs flickering

While behind the sky was moving liquid crimson gold

Brothers, sisters, pay no heed to the unfaithful messengers

For theirs is a prison world of lies, lies, lies



Where the movers move, the shakers shake, the winners rewrite history

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing

The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their history

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing



The keening wind it blows through me, it blows through me

My time it must be almost done, be almost done



All these things you fear so much depend on angles of vision

From down in the maze of walls you can't see what's coming

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing

But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing, nothing