Sky High

You've only to say good night

Then all these dreams will be yours

Can I turn out the light

And hum your favorite "wee small hours"

You've only to say good night

Then all these dreams will be yours

Can I turn out the light

And hum your favorite "wee small hours"

The blinds hide an open view

On a city that feels renewed

And I count my age by days 'cause that way

Years go by slower

You've only to say good night

Then all these dreams will be yours

Can I turn out the light

And hum your favorite "wee small hours"

You've only to say good night

Then all these dreams will be yours

Can I turn out the light

And hum your favorite "wee small hours"

It felt good to go astray

To find this surprising place

And nothing can soothe me more than to know

Nothing is over

Sky high

Hundreds of stories

Into the clouds

Sky high

Hundreds of stories

Into the clouds