Tekster: A-Ha. Analogue. Over The Treetops.

Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill
Whenever I pass by, I'm thinking I will
Find someone like you, goodbye avenue
And then I'll be yearning for this too

Over the treetops fly
Birds in the sky
Over the treetops high
High in the sky

Stop calling her restless, she moves in the sun
Gets out of the bed past noon, closer to one
I follow her mind, I follow her blind
She leaves and I'm two steps behind

Over the treetops fly
Birds in the sky
Over the treetops high
High in the sky

A trip is a fall
To fall is to trip
A trip is a fall
To fall is to trip

A trip is a fall
To fall is to trip
A trip is a fall
Trip is to fall

She changes how she feels about things, that's okay
It works for me, I think I like it that way
Nothing is true, something is false
Address the child as a whole

Over the treetops fly
Birds in the sky
Over the treetops high
High in the sky

Over the treetops fly
Birds in the sky
Over the treetops high
High in the sky

Over the treetops fly
Birds in the sky
Over the treetops high
High in the sky