Matt Holubowski - The Highlands Lyrics

I'll go to my favorite window
And I'll climb down
To where life is
Where life is a lark
With no ill winds
Guiding my step in the dark

We were in the mouth of the Loch Ness
About to be swallowed whole no less
But at that moment
We though volition make us
To be taken in
Or to jump out in the highlands

Is it too late to relate with time
I couldn't hear you
No, I wouldn't hear you
Oh, I was always going to go off
On my own

Four feet in Valhalla Country
Pulled in by the sound of a narrow creek
To walk in silence
To find where your mind is
In the arms of fate or
Out there in the highlands