Lyrics Way Up High - Milow

Way Up High

I’ll tell you a secret
There’s no such thing as time and space
The stars and comets
Will survive the human race
What’s done is done
Today is seven years since you’re gone
I’m doing well so far
I’m still wondering where you are
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
I’ll tell you my secret
That sunny afternoon in March
Changed my life completely
Turned out to be a brand new start
What’s done is done
It’s been seven years since you’re gone
Tonight I think of you
I know one day I’ll join you too
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
Way up high
It’s hard not to look at the ground as you walk.
To set your sights low,
keep the world spinning and try to stay grounded wherever you are.
But every so often you remember to look up and imagine the possibilities.
Dreaming of what’s out there.
Before long, you find yourself grounded once
again.
Grounded in the sense of being homebound.
Stuck on Earth.
The more you look to the sky, the more you find youself back on Earth,
confronting certain possibilities.
It’s possible that there are other names
for our planet, that we will never know.
That there are constellations that
feature our sun, from an angle we’ll never get to see.
That there are many
other civilizations hidden beyond the veil of time, too far away for their
light to ever reach us.
We dream of other worlds, and name them after our old
discarded gods, and they seem almost as distant — too far to be seen with the
naked eye.
Only ever in artist’s renditions.
Or a scattering of pixels on a
monitor, with the colors tweaked to add a bit of flair.
Even our own
neighbourhood is impossibly vast.
We’re used to showing the planets nested
together because if we drew them to scale, they’d be so far apart,
they wouldn’t fit on the same page.
And even our own moon, that seems to hang
so close to Earth.
But still so far away that all the other planets could fit
in the space between them.
It’s possible our spacesuits won’t need treaded
boots ever again.
That one day soon we’ll tire of wandering and move back home
for good.
And we’ll get used to watching our feet as we walk, occasionally
stopping to hurl a single probe into the abyss, like a message in a bottle.
Maybe it shouldn’t matter if anyone ever finds it.
If nobody’s there to know
we once lived here on Earth.
Maybe it should be like skipping a stone across
the surface of a lake.
It doesn’t matter where it ends up, It just matters that
we’re here on the shore.
Just trying to have fun and pass the time,
and see how far it goes
The primary difficulties that we observed was that there was just far too
little time to do the variety of things that we would have liked to have done