Song | Eight Miles High |
Artist | Golden Earring |
Album | The Naked Truth |
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Eight miles high and when you touch down | |
You'll find that it's stranger than known | |
Signs in the street that say where you're going | |
Are somewhere just being their own | |
Nowhere is there warmth to be found | |
Among those afraid of losing their ground | |
Rain gray town known for its sound | |
In places small faces unbound | |
Round the squares huddled in storms | |
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms | |
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines | |
Some living, some standing alone |