3 Miles High

Every cloud is a silver line But you still need the moon to shine And we don't care about it Is there something that you forgot And you wish you could stop the clock Because you can't live without it We don't have a clue 'Cause we're three miles high And we rot as dust and feathers fly And we can't come down 'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground Whoa oh oh Everyone has a wall to climb But we don't really have the time To give a who ha about it And your life is a Russian doll You were given when you were small And they all inside you We don't have a clue 'Cause we're three miles high And we rot as dust and feathers fly And we can't come down 'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground, oh And we won't come down Til we hit the ground 'Cause we're three miles high And we rot as dust and feathers fly And we can't come down 'Cause we'd burst our little bubble on the ground, whoa oh --- 3 Miles High - Travis