Lows & Highs - Michael Schulte

Over the hill there’s a place that I go

When I feel hungry for change

No one can find me and no one will know

Tucked in the trees by the lake

Lows don’t feel low when you know that the highs

Come when you least expect

Got my fingers entwined in the forest of pines

All that I need in my hands

Oh oh oh oh

The lows and the highs

Oh oh oh oh

The dark and the fire light

Oh oh oh oh

The lows and the highs

Oh oh oh oh

The dark and the fire light