Through Cloud 9
Is anyone calling you these days?
Lighting up your eyes the way I did
When I was burning hot
Behind your eyelids
Rising in the morning
With your hips tricks on my mind
Spending my time
Hollow eyed and high
Kissing the west side sky
But your fix was miles too high
Too high.....
Too high
Too high
Too high
Kissing the west side sky
Receipts in the bed
From money we don't have
Don't have much
But I give you the best I can
Oh, taste you taste you
On the sheets
Your game, your game
Etched in the skin of my teeth
Lights are low
Eyes are bright
Knock me right through cloud 9
You make it look easy,
Make it look easy,
Make it look easy, easy
The way you feed on me constantly
Own me so openly
Eating the dust at your feet
Twist turn pulling at me
Ears pounding with chatter
Grit glamour
Too much for me
Writer/s: Anam-Cara O'Brien, Jorge Gaurch
