"Moon High" lyrics

"Moon High"

You were balancing on the tiles of the patio
Talking to yourself or the roses, I don't know
Saying, I'll get better, soon you'll see
You won't even know me
You won't even know me

Moon high in a blue sky
What never was can never die
Keeping busy eating right
I'll see you at the end of time
As if, so what, good luck
Never mind, don't give a fuck
Moon high in a blue sky
Keeping busy

I was suppin' down the dregs of whatever
Stressing out about forever
With the light refracting through the ice
It wasn't really helping to be precise
Not really sure how much help it could've been

I was moon high in a blue sky
What never was can never die
Keeping busy eating right
I'll see you at the end of time
As if, so what, good luck
Never mind, don't give a fuck
Moon high in a blue sky
Keeping busy

(Bridge)

Moon high
Moon high, mmm

Moon high in a blue sky
What never was can never die
Keeping busy eating right
I'll see you at the end of time
As if, so what, good luck
Never mind, don't give a fuck
Moon high in a blue sky
Keeping busy
Keeping busy, busy, busy
Ohhh, mmmm


Writer(s): Joshua William Burnside
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