| Song | A Field Guide |
| Artist | High Places |
| Album | High Places |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My head was filled with wordless thoughts | |
| Perched on a little ledge | |
| Home in another world | |
| A sea-length from my bed | |
| And all around were sailing boats | |
| I stowed them in my head | |
| A foreign land of welcome sights | |
| Familiar as my bed | |
| Inside of my eyelid looks the same | |
| No matter where my feet are | |
| When my head's a mile away | |
| It plants me where my feet are | |
| Inside of my eyelid looks the same | |
| Inside of my eyelid looks the same | |
| Inside of my eyelid looks the same | |
| No matter where my feet are |