Foreign Fields
๐ต 1207 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:33 duration
๐ ID: 1233917
๐ Lyrics
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
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,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
Sober in the morning light,
Things look so much different,
To how they looked last night,
As 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 down,
My high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, 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
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,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
Sober in the morning light,
Things look so much different,
To how they looked last night,
As 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 down,
My high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, high-flying bird,
My high-flying, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.03] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:34.54] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:41.64] My high-flying bird,
[00:45.21] Has flown from out my arms,
[00:48.36] I thought myself her keeper,
[00:51.58] She thought I meant her harm
[00:55.16] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[01:00.89] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[01:08.67] Sober in the morning light,
[01:14.75] Things look so much different,
[01:18.08] To how they looked last night,
[01:21.45] As whispers circulate all day,
[01:26.62] Their back-stage baby princess passed away
[01:32.82] The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
[01:40.08] You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
[01:46.27] In the foreign field of death
[01:52.44] My high-flying bird,
[01:57.66] Has flown from out my arms,
[02:00.75] I thought myself her keeper,
[02:04.04] She thought I meant her harm,
[02:07.20] She thought I was the archer,
[02:10.66] A weather-man of words
[02:13.71] My high-flying bird,
[02:17.57] Has flown from out my arms,
[02:20.23] I thought myself her keeper,
[02:23.19] She thought I meant her harm,
[02:26.51] She thought I was the archer,
[02:29.95] A weather-man of words,
[02:33.32] But I could never shoot down,
[02:39.51] My high-flying bird
[02:42.96] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:48.76] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:55.45] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[03:01.81] My high-flying, high-flying bird
[03:08.27] The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
[03:14.42] You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
[03:19.99] In the foreign field of death
[03:32.33]
[00:34.54] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:41.64] My high-flying bird,
[00:45.21] Has flown from out my arms,
[00:48.36] I thought myself her keeper,
[00:51.58] She thought I meant her harm
[00:55.16] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[01:00.89] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[01:08.67] Sober in the morning light,
[01:14.75] Things look so much different,
[01:18.08] To how they looked last night,
[01:21.45] As whispers circulate all day,
[01:26.62] Their back-stage baby princess passed away
[01:32.82] The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
[01:40.08] You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
[01:46.27] In the foreign field of death
[01:52.44] My high-flying bird,
[01:57.66] Has flown from out my arms,
[02:00.75] I thought myself her keeper,
[02:04.04] She thought I meant her harm,
[02:07.20] She thought I was the archer,
[02:10.66] A weather-man of words
[02:13.71] My high-flying bird,
[02:17.57] Has flown from out my arms,
[02:20.23] I thought myself her keeper,
[02:23.19] She thought I meant her harm,
[02:26.51] She thought I was the archer,
[02:29.95] A weather-man of words,
[02:33.32] But I could never shoot down,
[02:39.51] My high-flying bird
[02:42.96] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:48.76] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:55.45] My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[03:01.81] My high-flying, high-flying bird
[03:08.27] The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
[03:14.42] You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
[03:19.99] In the foreign field of death
[03:32.33]