Being High

When sky turns on the stars
And lanterns light the cityline,
The highways mute the sounds,
The souls are begging for some fun.

The pillows carry heavy heads,
full of dreams and words, remain untold.
Instead of finding reasons to be down
Just open up your eyes and try to find
At least the one for being high.

When sky turns on the moon
And ladies let their hair flow,
The fairies sing their tunes,
Filled with gentle sounds of love.

The pillows carry heavy heads,
full of dreams and words, remain untold.
Instead of finding reasons to be down
Just open up your eyes and try to find
At least the one for being high.
At least the one for being high.

It wasn’t easy to believe
Love at the first sight appears to be so sweet and real.
But since I’ve met that girl,
my head keeps spinning round like the moon above the earth

The melodies and words
Keep flying out and out.
It takes a lot to find
The keys in your mind

From the doors you’ve knocked,
But the truth is just inside you,
Waiting in silence to be unlocked,
Instead of finding reasons for this talk.


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