How High

How High
(section 2 at 1:52)
How high! oh i can kiss the sun
run a minute mile while you hitch hike
love shines a light i¡¯ll be a winner cup
and i¡¯m lookin¡¯ for the one who cut you up
you¡¯re not having me you know the skies are mean
and i¡¯m hopin¡¯ for a way to free you, love
I¡¯m fixing holes the ones you break up come in from your drive
and the hand that rocks you cuts you up like lyrics of your life
I can¡¯t buy what i¡¯ve done before
i want to open up another door
i¡¯m going to let you pass i¡¯m on another pass
i want to be the king while you zig zag
on a holy road like caine from kung fu
how high oh! i can kiss the sun
Hang on to your hopes my darlin¡¯ don¡¯t let it slip away
and the hand that holds you keeps you warm and [...] don¡¯t let it slip away
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