If I were to take you to the highest branches of a tree,
Right out to the edge,
And asked you what you see
You'd tell me you see nothing.
But I'd just shake my head,
Because I know you aren't looking properly.
'Cause from up here,
Everything looks so bloody perfect.
Look out.
What do you see?
I see the sun set,
It makes the horizon look like it's on fire.
And from up here,
Where we're away from everything,
You can see the radiance that
Illuminates the world.
