High

(альбом: Polythene - 1997)

Guess im stuck in a dream
Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground,
As i stare at the trees,
I see one fall down on my hand.
As i start to explore,
I can't ignore a man,
He turn his head around,
His face was all worn by the sun.

[CHORUS]
Im going out for a while,
So i can get high with my friends,
I will,
I'm going out for a while,
Don't wait up cause i won't be home,
Today.

Drifting down the road,
Losing myself in a dream,
Feel my hands getting cold,
Sat in a boat on a lake,

[CHORUS]

Climbing up, trying my best, as i sink. Climbing up trying my best as i sink again.

Lying back on the floor,
reaching up high into space,
see myself in a glass,
I'm counting the lines on my face,
Again,
Counting the lines on my face,
Again.

[CHORUS X2]

Today,
Today,
Today,
Today.