How High

We mend you through your fortune
You made it alive
You slip through the streams of the city
We slip your mind
How high, how high, this life
How high, how high, leave your body

You laid the past in a field
When you’re outside time
When you stand in a plane
This ground has risen
How high, how high, this life
How high, how high, leave your body

There’s no official lyrics for this song, so we cannot guarantee that anything here is correct.

* The song’s real name, as it appears on the setlist for John’s All Tomorrow’s Parties festival performance in April 2005.

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