Little girl was lost
And they found her in a field
And I watched the evening news
But I'm trying not to hear it
Is everyone this tired ?
Immune to what they're feeling
And I want it to be different
But I can barely stand to see it
We'll sail by the sea
And watch the tide roll in
Brushing sand off of our feet
And oiling our skin
Anyone can say that we were hiding
Though everything we are is in plain view
But no one here will ever say a word to us
They've got better things to do
High, high, high
High price of freedom
Is it all inside of my head
And written in my dreams
Memory of a once great land and people
And the things that they believe
No other thoughts I have seem so uncertain
I'm crippled by the awful things I've seen
I sit and watch the sunset on the harbour
Wondering what it all must mean
I got high, high, high
High price of freedom