Текст песни
You got the high ground, spin me right around
Pull me up, cut the string, run me out of town
High ground, you're still looking down
Tell me what the stars look like from up there in the clouds
Razor blades on a New Testament
I ain't been to heaven yet I'm your favourite pessimist
I'm a sunken treasure chest
Maybe if we try But we haven't found it yet
You got the high ground, spin me right around
Pull me up, cut the string, run me out of town
High ground, you're still looking down
Tell me what the stars look like from up there in the clouds
I know that you're faking it But that don't mean you're making it
What's the point of saying it When it never changes
Here we go Breaking all our promises
Cutting up the pictures that we took when we were at our best
Even though I cried No, I haven't failed yet
You got the high ground, spin me right around
Pull me up, cut the string, run me out of town
High ground, you're still looking down
Tell me what the stars look like from up there in the clouds
High ground, spin me right around
Pull me up, cut the string, run me out of town
High ground, you're still looking down
Tell me what the stars look like from up there in the clouds