Contact High

Lights out didn't think you'd notice
Hold my gaze as you drift away
Stop to smell the roses
Take the time to notice
When you flesh it all out
We're all fading away

I watched the wine ripple, in the glass from the tremor of your heartbeat
I watched your eye flicker, slipping in and out of a dream
The space left in between
Until I'm buried in the trees

I can hear your footsteps through the ceiling
Block it out cause I'm sick of grieving
Followed the wrong way
Walk it off, forget that feeling

I'm so sick of grieving

I watched the wine ripple, in the glass from the tremor of your heartbeat
I watched your eye flicker, slipping in and out of a dream
The space left in between
Until I'm buried in the trees

Contact high, I saw a ripple in the light
Big blue sky, heard a whistle in the night