Testo Hundred Mile High - Cameron Whitcomb
Testo della canzone Hundred Mile High (Cameron Whitcomb), tratta dall'album New Pop Music
I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white
I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice
Cold as ice, hot and bothered
Co-dependent, just like my father
Father gone, but getting closer
To smelling that lovely bi-diploma, please
Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die
So I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high
So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That chokehold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That chokehold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick
I took too much and panicked
If I'd run out, I would fall
I'm disturbed and overrated
Yeah, I can't seem to find the calm
And I can hear the police knocking
I can swear they're barging in
But it's just me, myself and I
And all these voices in my head, please
Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die
So, I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high
So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That chokehold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That chokehold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Why can't I love on something unless it makes me sick?
Oh, and it makes me sick
(I can't love on something unless it makes me sick)
Thicket's thorn, the brighter patches
Winter storm, the fire is ash
I kinda played my choices, knowing damn well I am fine
To these alleyways and cul-de-sacs
From a can of worms and cognac
I'll walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high
So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That chokehold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Riley, Cal Shapiro, Cameron Whitcomb
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