Still High

Since I left

The night falls all alone

Here I stand

In quicksand by the phone

I'm still high on you

All this time

I keep dreaming of your face

Though we're out of time

Out of place

In and out of sight

Dressed like Sunday night

I'm still high on you

All the time

I keep dreaming of your face

Though we're out of time

Out of place

I keep dreaming of your face

Though we're out of time

Out of place

Time

Time

Time

Time

Time