High

All the hangers-on have left
Or collapsed like laundry bags
Sweet exhaustion, second hand
A season in hell in a seasoned band
Field of grapes, palm fronds a fan
Alone at the top of the strangest clan
Only you to understand me
You and a sharp knife, always handy

Exile in my own skin
At 2AM my day begins then ends
Then begins

I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls 'cause I have you
And I guess you have me too

From outside the darkness grows
Inside my blood it glows
With stars and polished steel
I dreamt a song so real
It was satisfaction
I've got twelve hours to shake some action
When I woke up they were torn and frayed
Cats from the alleys around Marseilles

I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls 'cause I have you
And I guess you have me too
I'm high, yes, I'm high it's true
I walk through walls 'cause that's what I do
But I guess you have to do
What you have to do

Exile in my own skin
When does my day begin and end
And begin?

I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls 'cause I have you
And I guess you have me too
I'm high, yes, I'm high it's true
I walk through walls 'cause I have to
But I guess you have to do
What you have to do

I need more than love
I need more than love
I need more than love
To keep me happy