Flying Too High - Brisa Roche

I’m driving fast

And walking too slow

I’m catching my breath

I’m wrecking the show

Riding through storm

I’m riding through sun

I’d be padding fast with the wind on my chest

If your heart I had won

I’m on my way to you now

But I can’t get there quickly enough

No matter how I try

No matter how I try

I’m flying too high

I’m making a scene,

On my way to your arms

My impatience is mean

I’m flying too high

I’m making a scene

On my way to your arms

I’m blazing

Running through grass

I’m pacing the shore

Awake before dawn

To your heart I implore

I’m skimming waves

I’m facing the wheel

I’m making a fist

And your heart I will steal

I’m on my way to you now

But I can’t get there

Quickly enough

No matter how I try

No matter how I try

I’m flying too high

I’m making a scene

On my way to your arms

My impatience is mean

I’m flying too high

I’m making a scene

On my way to your arms

I’m blazing

Diving through mud

And tearing my pants

I’m lingering long

In search of your glance

I’m waiting for down to light up my tracks

I’ve wagered my heart so I’ve nothing to pack

I’m racing with my pulse, and I’m gliding at night

I’m wishing hard I could fall into your arms from my flight