I just passed by your house
My car crawls without a sound
Your picture still hangs on my wall
Like an eight by ten battle scar
I wake up in due time, and this pillow's a poor substitute for your arm
Even as it molds to your design
I lost perspective on my directed course
Who conspired your desires fall?
I'll shed myself of all accountability
'Cause this consequence don't make much sense to me
You should know that you make me high
From miles away you still make me high
Darling, you know that you make me high
Put in the tape, click play, it'll be OK
Sit in your bed, let memories torture your pretty head
I will not resign, I've put in too much time
The sweet sound of a '45, though it all soothes me all through the night
Is still a poor substitute for your sigh
I lost perspective on my directed course
Who conspired your desires fall?
I'll shed myself of all accountability
'Cause this consequence don't make much sense to me
You should know that you make me high
From miles away you still make me high
Darling, you know that you make me high
I wake up in due time, and this pillow's a poor substitute for your arm
Even as it molds to your design
I lost perspective on my directed course
Who conspired your desires fall?
I'll shed myself of all accountability
'Cause this consequence don't make much sense to me
You should know that you make me high
From miles away you still make me high
Darling, you know that you make me high
Though the years went by, you still make me high
