The cold off his breath
Smoke
From an afternoon cigarette
Tries to think of a reason to quit
But he ain't found one yet
Now it all makes sense
Maybe it does all of the time
As he sings a sweet melody to a twisted nursery rhyme
He could stop and slowly fade away
It's all the same in the end
There's a difference of giving up or giving in
Low, so he gets high
And they say home is where the heart is and so
Like a dark horse he roams
Half dead, rotted flesh
From a life, he had to fight for on his own
Like a clock without a face
A song with a missing line
Things just don't make sense
Most of the time
Dark bags beneath his eyes
Another moonlit drive
A couple of the things that get him by
Ah they get him high
Welcomes the night
Like a long-forgotten friend
It sends a wave through his brain
Like a warm Texas wind
The flood gates are open
The shows set to begin
Through the scruff on his face
He cracks a smile
Low, then he gets high
Low, so he gets high
Cold off his breath
From an afternoon cigarette
Like a dark horse he roams
Ghost Dance Band - High Lyrics
Ghost Dance Band - High Lyrics
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The cold off his breath
Smoke
From an afternoon cigarette
Tries to think of a reason to quit
But he ain't found one yet
Now it all makes sense
Maybe it does all of the time
As he sings a sweet melody to a twisted nursery rhyme
He could stop and slowly fade away
It's all the same in the end
There's a difference of giving up or giving in
Low, so he gets high
And they say home is where the heart is and so
Like a dark horse he roams
Half dead, rotted flesh
From a life, he had to fight for on his own
Like a clock without a face
A song with a missing line
Things just don't make sense
Most of the time
Dark bags beneath his eyes
Another moonlit drive
A couple of the things that get him by
Ah they get him high
Welcomes the night
Like a long-forgotten friend
It sends a wave through his brain
Like a warm Texas wind
The flood gates are open
The shows set to begin
Through the scruff on his face
He cracks a smile
Low, then he gets high
Low, so he gets high
Cold off his breath
From an afternoon cigarette
Like a dark horse he roams
Smoke
From an afternoon cigarette
Tries to think of a reason to quit
But he ain't found one yet
Now it all makes sense
Maybe it does all of the time
As he sings a sweet melody to a twisted nursery rhyme
He could stop and slowly fade away
It's all the same in the end
There's a difference of giving up or giving in
Low, so he gets high
And they say home is where the heart is and so
Like a dark horse he roams
Half dead, rotted flesh
From a life, he had to fight for on his own
Like a clock without a face
A song with a missing line
Things just don't make sense
Most of the time
Dark bags beneath his eyes
Another moonlit drive
A couple of the things that get him by
Ah they get him high
Welcomes the night
Like a long-forgotten friend
It sends a wave through his brain
Like a warm Texas wind
The flood gates are open
The shows set to begin
Through the scruff on his face
He cracks a smile
Low, then he gets high
Low, so he gets high
Cold off his breath
From an afternoon cigarette
Like a dark horse he roams
Writer: Miley Cyrus, Jennifer Decilveo, Caitlyn Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Ghost Dance Band
Language: English
Length: 4:37
Written by: Miley Cyrus, Jennifer Decilveo, Caitlyn Smith