The High

Her heart like a block of stone
Crawling in her chest like a bleeding bone
Her heart like a weeping tome
Locked in her breast like a heaving storm

But the High, the High
The High, the High

Palm-deep in the seeping stone
She's crawling in her caves alone
Vibrates with a weeping tone
Humming with

The High, the High
The High, the High

Crawling into her past
She sees the vast planes of imitation
Legging waste to her syncopated ways
She's constrained, entrained
In the weaving of the Fates
Elevated by the vapors of the

The High, the High
The High, the High

Eeeee-ahhhh
Eeeee-ahhhh
Ooooooooo

Ahhh-ahh-ahhhh
Ahhh-ahh-ahhhh
Eeeeeeee

Footsteps on the panes of glass
She's calling on the gods of her past
Footsteps on the panes of glass
She's calling on the gods of her

High, High

The High, the High
The High, the High
The High, the High
The High, the High

Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo

Aaaah ooo ah oh aah ah oh eee
Aaaah ooo ah oh aah ah oh eee

Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo

Footsteps on the lava rock,
Calling down the gods!



Credits
Writer(s): Aurora Smedley
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