High Above Chicago Songtext
von Fialta

I lost my way on a trip meant for two
We left our hearts in a suitcase unused
High above Chicago
I′ll be home tomorrow

Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?


First steps and first words
While I was away
Always believed that they'd get you to stay
I was in Chicago, you were gone tomorrow

Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?

Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world
I keep rehearsing these lines
When we meet face to face
Will it all fall away?