كلمات High

I don't want to wake you when you're sleeping so quiet A motorcycle going by outside Are we the same, caught at the lights Why are we going nowhere with our live? In the bowling alleys, in the easy living Something good got lost along the way We could be high I want to make you understand Look at the morning people going to work and fading away Look at the morning people going to work and fading away Why don't we stop the traffic? Why don't we stop the traffic? Look at the morning people going to work each day We could be high In the bowling alleys, in the mormning papers Something good got lost along the way We could be high I want to make you undersatnd