High Fidelity

I'm still young Though old in mind Out to make sense of an average life If I told you all the things I think I'm sure you'd lose my number My god you're so easy on the eyes You're terrible at hiding it, That you are mad like me And weirdly I find that comforting Im gushing over you Cuz I dig your taste in tunes I went through all your CDR's Titled XOXO in red ink And all I want from you is more to listen to Next time we meet To make me feel like you're here with me In High Fidelity In High Fidelity Apart we are whole, Together we're shapeless. My Beatrice Divine, a power much greater than I Until we become united through patience Jack White's your God, You're my Saint Mary I'll rush through hellish flames awaiting me On lip marked sleeves of Bowie-era Iggy Im gushing over you Cuz I dig your taste in tunes I went through all your CDR's Titled XOXO in red ink And all I want from you is more to listen to Next time we meet To make me feel like you're here with me In High Fidelity In High Fidelity In High Fidelity In High Fidelity Im gushing over you Cuz I dig your taste in tunes I went through all your CDR's Titled XOXO in red ink And all I want from you is more to listen to Next time we meet To make me feel like you're here with me In High Fidelity In High Fidelity In High Fidelity In High Fidelity