High

High
My breath starts to slow
In the front seat saying: Man, it's been a long time
Remember where we used to go?
On the back woods under street lights
Oh, the air is soft and gentle
It's forging and king
Tell me what I'm thinking
Are you reading my mind?

Do you want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh 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
Tell me what I'm thinking
Are you reading my mind?
Do you want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Want to get high?
White sugar and iced tea
In porch light
I want you to show me
The warmth of a home and a bed
Clothes sticking to summer sweat
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh ooh
Do you want to get high?
High
Oh, high
Oh ooh
La canción 'High' de Grace VanderWaal captura la sensación de nostalgia y anhelo de tiempos pasados. La letra evoca recuerdos de lugares y experiencias compartidas, envueltos en la suavidad y calidez del aire...