Testo di High

Your skin in the smoke of the wood, dinner hour Makes me high under the violet sky-tower Look all around us, the cut plants regrow Leaning like me to get close to your glow Even in the city there's a rhythm And it's by this beat that we are driven One, two, three, four, I still want more When my planet turns on, I will triple in size As a gesture explaining my love for your eyes Little star-beats that wander and hide in the air Tumble drunk just like me in the scent of your hair Even in the city there's a rhythm And it's by this beat that we are driven One, two, three, four, I still want more The feathers that I found might have been yours or mine Invisibly silver on dry grass and vine And the sweater and Tee-shirt I found at the shore Are still soaked with the salt from our dancing before Even in the city there's a rhythm And it's by this beat that we are driven One, two, three, four, I still want more Seven, eight, nine, give me more time