We Get High - John Gold

Someone must have turned the key

The prisoners are running free

They’re climbing over barbed wire

And concertina

Singing every little lullaby

Are we flying or fallen?

We leave the war tonight

Leave the war

What you’re trying to do to me?

I’m staring out of windows

Sometimes you have to watch it go

Like your own movie

Come to California

And find your calling

One more leaves the war tonight

Leave the war

And we’ll get high

Constant, faraway

Breaking curses, oh, the anthem of

Are we the only living souls around?

And we’ll get high

Constant, faraway

And we’ll get high

Drinking from the city in the sky

Breaking curses, oh, the anthem of

Are we the only living souls around?

Are we the only living souls around?

Are we the only living souls around?