LYRIC

Higher Planes Lyrics

Higher Planes

We were counting
As we walked the
Hills were fighting over sand
You were wearing
Pink and soft shoes
Ya lost the number when you said it
You kept sipping
From a juicebox
Seasons would change and you’d still have
That damn juicebox
In your hand ah
Still, if I’d only left it lay
Higher planes
Higher planes
Things we count on
Things we feign
Higher planes
Higher planes
Things we count on
Things we feign
Higher planes
Higher planes
Things we count on
Things we feign
Higher planes
Higher planes
Things we count on
Things we feign
 

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