Come on Get Higher
Matt Nathanson
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the stil of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water if I can tell you what’s next
Make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet,
perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water, if i could tell you what’s next,
make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and God
when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on love
Singin' shalala la
Singin' shalala la
So, come on, get higher
Come on, get higher
'Cause everything works in your
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the stil of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water if I can tell you what’s next
Make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet,
perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water, if i could tell you what’s next,
make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and God
when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on love
Singin' shalala la
Singin' shalala la
So, come on, get higher
Come on, get higher
'Cause everything works in your
1 Comments:
First i thought this was a poem that you wrote to a guy named Matt Nathanson. Then I figured out it was a song, and it wasn't as disturbing. :-)
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