High - Grace VanderWaal
Lyrics by：Mitch McCarthy/Grace Vanderwaal/Jonathan Buscema
Composed by：Mitch McCarthy/Grace Vanderwaal/Jonathan Buscema
Produced by：Jon Buscema
My breath starts to slow
In the front seat saying "Man it's been a long time"
Remember where we used to go?
Rolling backwoods under street lights
Oh the air is soft and gentle
It's forgiving and kind
Oh tell me what I'm thinking
Are you reading my mind?
Do you wanna get high?
White sugar in iced tea and porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you wanna get high?
High
Oh high
Ooh-ooh
If I could freeze time
I'd take a piece of every season we
We overstepped our line
A paper box vessel of misguided reason
The air is soft and gentle
It's forgiving and kind
Oh tell me what I'm thinking
Are you reading my mind?
Do you wanna get high?
White sugar in iced tea and porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Wanna get high?
White sugar in iced tea and porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you wanna get high?
High
Oh high
Ooh-ooh
Do you wanna get high?
High
Oh high
Ooh-ooh