Fialta - High Above Chicago lyrics

[Verse 1] I lost my way on a trip mean for two We left our hearts in a suitcase unused High above Chicago I'll be home tomorrow [Chorus] Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world I keep rehearsing these lines When we meet face to face Will it all fall away? [Verse 2] First steps and first words While I was away Always believed that they'd get you to stay I was in Chicago, you were gone tomorrow [Chorus] Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world I keep rehearsing these lines When we meet face to face Will it all fall away? [Chorus] Flight patterns fight against the weight of our world I keep rehearsing these lines When we meet face to face Will it all fall away?