High Low - Joshua James

The screaming noises came across the radio, the other day

They’re playing Bobbie Seger on all these FM stations

I remember what you told me, how a song would make you lonely, yeah

That I do, yes I do

I brought my car outside the supermarkets, neon sign and

my horse is smoking cigarettes in a chorus

Tell me how you hate it, but if you could change

All that you do, all that you do

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low, oh

A firetruck across the street comes racing down, sirens screaming

Bloody murder, oh my God, we heard the scream from way on top

A corner street building a family of six children

Have been burned, have all been burned

It’s our smokey scene in our city where my lover grew up thinking that

The world would talk in voices, spitting verses in the choruses

Depends on how you’re singing, does the music help perfect

Your final tune, your final tune?

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

A shadow has a right to complain, your lie fell on water and sank

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low

It’s all high low, high low