Chasing highs
I thought you were too far Floating away On your little white cloud With beauty struggling To keep up Swimming in sky I wondered What it would be like To touch the Untouchable To rest with the divine On the only pillows Made for the mystery That was your love And the thought That we ever needed to go Chasing Highs
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