all the hangers on have left
or collapsed like laundry bags
sweet exhaustion second hand
a season in hell in a seasoned band

peel the grapes, palm fronds are fanned
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 2 am my day begins, then ends then begins

I'm High as a cloud to get me through
walk through walls when I have you
and I guess you have me too

from the outside darkness grows
inside my blood it glows
with stars and polished steel
I dreamt a song so real
satisfaction
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
walk through walls when I have you
and I guess you have me too
High as a cloud to get me through
walk through walls when I have you
and I guess you have me too

exile in my own skin
when does my day begin, and end then begin
High as a cloud to get me through
walk through walls when I have you
and I guess you have me too
High guess I'm just high its true
walk through walls cause that's what I do
and you're with me too

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