I get high, my mind wont stop to say that i'm fine
But I, wont say what i could say and..
It's time to find, but now I don't feel that
I'm fine, so high, my mind wont stop to say...
Go, feel, take it slow
Flow, feel, be what you want
I'm so tired, of you trying to say to me
That, I'm high, so high, my mind won't say to you, that
I'm fine, it's time, to think about your dreams
And, the love, you feel, only you can make it's real
Go, feel, take it slow
Flow, feel, be what you want
Eve-ry day, I get my mind ok, and
I know, today, that I'm living to play this
Life, so high, my time isn't going away and
I'm high, so high, that I found out my way
Go, feel, take it slow
Flow, feel, be what you want
This is some great music for a morose, rainy day. Lush, sedate, bluesy, and with a certain apocalyptic flair, most evident on White Horses, which sounds very much like a psychedelic blues dirge.
I appreciate that the songs sometimes lose themselves along the way, giving way to some beautiful psych explorations. I also enjoy the vocals on this - they sometimes waver, but they fit the music so well. Smekermann