High - Sarah Slean

Always wondered why your eyes closed

Don’t you want to see me closing mine?

Heaven, help me, I’ll devour him

See me drawing out his spine

Hey, boy, come sleep

I will turn the ocean into sky

How do you keep

When the love is making you high?

Out of sight, out of mind

High…

You’re afraid of what I’ll do to you

Recall the taste of something sweet

Between a thousand sheets of memory

I cannot be blamed because you’re weak…

Hey, boy, come sleep

I will turn the ocean into sky

How do you keep

When the love is making you high?

Out of sight, out of mind

High…

High…

High…