Foreign Fields
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
Foreign FieldsLRC歌词
[00:29.28]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:35.46]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:39.14]
[00:41.95]My high-flying bird,
[00:44.57]
[00:45.50]Has flown from out my arms,
[00:48.50]I thought myself her keeper,
[00:51.69]She thought I meant her harm
[00:54.49]
[00:55.05]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[00:58.00]
[01:01.23]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[01:09.69]Sober in the morning light
[01:15.61]Things look so much different
[01:17.64]To how they looked last night
[01:21.73]As whispers circulate all day
[01:27.21]Their back-stage baby princess passed away
[01:33.80]The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red
[01:39.29]
[01:40.17]You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
[01:45.60]
[01:48.12]In the foreign field of death
[01:50.46]
[01:54.39]My high-flying bird
[01:57.07]
[01:57.92]Has flown from out my arms
[02:00.98]I thought myself her keeper
[02:03.22]
[02:04.12]She thought I meant her harm
[02:06.72]
[02:07.49]She thought I was the archer
[02:10.61]A weather-man of words
[02:13.61]My high-flying bird
[02:17.04]
[02:17.78]Has flown from out my arms
[02:20.66]I thought myself her keeper
[02:22.71]
[02:23.36]She thought I meant her harm
[02:26.65]She thought I was the archer
[02:29.28]
[02:29.99]A weather-man of words
[02:33.10]
[02:33.61]But I could never shoot down
[02:39.22]My high-flying bird
[02:42.91]
[02:43.47]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:45.90]
[02:49.09]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:53.08]
[02:55.39]My high-flying, high-flying bird,
[02:59.32]
[03:01.69]My high-flying, high-flying bird
[03:06.76]
[03:08.63]The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red,
[03:14.75]You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
[03:19.92]
[03:23.17]In the foreign field of death
