If dreams come true then where are you 

as time goes by clouds drift up high 

they catch my eye i start to cry 

the tide was high the Dence mist of the morning hides my smile 

dreaming of the rarest of the magic way up high

watching earth and writing nicely up high from the sky 

the tears i cried trained a brook to rise to a river so high

feels like an ocean in a world full of spy's