Harbour

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