High You Are


Walking in the woods listening to What So Not’s, “High You Are,” makes me hope you will come for me. “Take me now so I can wake up and drift away. And I don’t care how high you are, don’t wake me ’til we arrive” (Hyde, Styles-Richards, Emerson, Streten). Arrive who knows where. The only thing that matters is we’re together.

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