Those bright city lights in your child
like eyes.
You're running away.
You're running away from your sorry days.
You feel alive as you walk inside.
You know this place is where you fall from grace.
You do it anyway.
You don't know how to stop and you never get enough.
But heaven's gonna hate you if you don't come home tonight.
Cause when you get high,
when you get high,
you love the world like a beautiful girl.
When you get high,
when you get high,
all that
remains is a bucket of change, you know.
You wake up late.
You face the pain.
Did you say what you said?
Did you do what you
did another sorry day?
You spoke your mind and there's no rewind.
You sat on your throne.
You couldn't leave it alone another sorry day.
Cause when you get high,
when you get
high,
you love the world like a beautiful girl.
But when you get high,
when you get high,
you
said you'd change your ways and you swore upon the grace.
There's nothing to defend and you're sick of sorry ends.
She's the one who's holding all your brooch and pieces.
She's the only one who wants you coming home tonight.
Cause when you get high,
when you get high,
you love the world like a beautiful girl.
And when you get high,
when you get high,
you love the
world like a beautiful girl.