Ghost Dance Band - High

The cold off his breath
Smoke
From an afternoon cigarette
Tries to think of a reason to quit
But he ain't found one yet

Now it all makes sense
Maybe it does all of the time
As he sings a sweet melody to a twisted nursery rhyme
He could stop and slowly fade away
It's all the same in the end
There's a difference of giving up or giving in
Low, so he gets high

And they say home is where the heart is and so
Like a dark horse he roams

Half dead, rotted flesh
From a life, he had to fight for on his own

Like a clock without a face
A song with a missing line

Things just don't make sense
Most of the time

Dark bags beneath his eyes
Another moonlit drive
A couple of the things that get him by
Ah they get him high

Welcomes the night
Like a long-forgotten friend
It sends a wave through his brain
Like a warm Texas wind

The flood gates are open
The shows set to begin
Through the scruff on his face
He cracks a smile
Low, then he gets high

Low, so he gets high

Cold off his breath
From an afternoon cigarette
Like a dark horse he roams

Written by:
Miley Cyrus, Jennifer Decilveo, Caitlyn Smith

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