Lyrics

we met you through your fortune, you're made of high, we slipped through the streams of the city, we slip your mind, how high, how high?, past life, how high, how high?, leave your body, you leave the past in a field, when your odds are timed, when you stand in a plane, this ground does rise, how high, how high?, past life, how high, how high?, leave your body

Song details

Artist: john frusciante