| High Rise |
|---|
| She’s in a high rise |
| Looking for bright lights |
| Watching for angels |
| Low flying angels |
| She says let me feel everything |
| Or let me feel nothing |
| Cause there’s half way feeling |
| Does no good at all |
| Here in my high rise |
| When she was younger |
| She was his princess |
| Pink room and painted nails |
| Daddy was kind |
| He said I hope you feel everything |
| Or I hope you feel nothing |
| Cause this half way feeling |
| Does no good at all |
| Here in a high rise |
| Here in a high rise |
| Here heart is beating |
| But it’s deceiving |
| Crossing the line |
| She closes here eyes |
| Maybe she’ll feel everything |
| Or maybe she’ll feel nothing |
| This half way feeling |
| Does no good at all |
| Looking for angels |
| Low flying angels |
| Here in the high rise |
| Here in the high rise |
