High Songtext
von Rawtekk
High Songtext
This icicle tear in your eye
I′ll let it melt
I'll make it dry
Let′s try our own beer brewed from rye
And from spelt
Getting high
This is how we used to feel
In the summertime
This is how we used to dance
In the lunar shine
This is how we used to laugh
About our mocking rhymes
So high
No icicle fear can tell why
And how we felt so alive
I′ll let it melt
I'll make it dry
Let′s try our own beer brewed from rye
And from spelt
Getting high
This is how we used to feel
In the summertime
This is how we used to dance
In the lunar shine
This is how we used to laugh
About our mocking rhymes
So high
No icicle fear can tell why
And how we felt so alive
Writer(s): Stefan Westphal, Christine Westphal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
