Write a melody inclined
Fill my house with golden treasures
All I'm filling up is time
'Til the waking of the sadness
Comes a knocking at my door
Saying you ain't crossed the ocean
Son, you ain't even seen the shore
'Cause we go down
We go down
We go down with our renegade ways
Trading thy love for little wild lightning
Wondering why it never soothes the pain
So be my rest
Be my mountain
Be my never gonna pass away
When I go blind, be the voice I'm hearing
'Til we all get to see your face
In the highlands
In the highlands
-Highlands by Needtobreathe
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