Foreign Fields Songtext
von Elton John vs PNAU

Slap myself
La-la-la-la-la-la
Slap myself
Slap myself
La-la-la-la-la-la
Slap myself

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
That that′s their favorite 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