Little girl was lost And they found her in a field And I watched the evening news But I'm trying not to hear it Is everyone this tired? Immune to what they're feeling And I want it to be different But I can barely stand to see it We'll sail by the sea And watch the tide roll in Brushing sand off of our feet And oiling our skin Anyone can say that we were hiding Though everything we are is in plain view But no one here will ever say a word to us They've got better things to do High, high, high High price of freedom Is it all inside of my head And written in my dreams Memory of a once great land and people And the things that they believe No other thoughts I have seem so uncertain I'm crippled by the awful things I've seen I sit and watch the sunset on the harbour Wondering what it all must mean I got high, high, high High price of freedom