Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High, artist - Brisa Roche. Date of issue: 02.02.2010
Song language: English
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 |