Tekster: Wildhearts. Liberty Cap.

[clouded/crying] grey and blue my mind is ten miles high and rising
misty waters calling down surrounding me with healing
to rise, to climb above the chaos, and wash away the filth
to hide inside my reason, the only one I need
and all I can remember is all I can forget
to taste you is to trust you
CHORUS:
I'm hitting that high, I'm hitting that higha?¦

leave me be man I just wanna be on my own (x2)
I've got [sickness/secrets] in my head, I got spiders in my bed, I said
leave me be man I just wanna be on my own


twist myself around the wreathing corridors around me

embryo I am my mother smothers me in safety
my own, I could be here beside you, in sickness and in health
A drink is all I needed

CHORUS

I'm coming down, I'm coming down, I'm coming
down (x3)
wooooah