High letra

Your skin in the smoke of the wood, dinner hour
Makes me high under the violet sky-tower
Look all around us, the cut plants regrow
Leaning like me to get close to your glow

Even in the city there's a rhythm
And it's by this beat that we are driven
One, two, three, four, I still want more

When my planet turns on, I will triple in size
As a gesture explaining my love for your eyes
Little star-beats that wander and hide in the air
Tumble drunk just like me in the scent of your hair

Even in the city there's a rhythm
And it's by this beat that we are driven
One, two, three, four, I still want more

The feathers that I found might have been yours or mine
Invisibly silver on dry grass and vine
And the sweater and Tee-shirt I found at the shore
Are still soaked with the salt from our dancing before

Even in the city there's a rhythm
And it's by this beat that we are driven
One, two, three, four, I still want more
Seven, eight, nine, give me more time

Brisa Roché - Letras

• A Luxury
• Airplane
• At The Shore
• Azure interlude
• Baby Shut Your Eyes
• Billionaire
• Black Coffee
• Breathe in, speak out
• Call me
• Coco
• Dans Le Vert de Ses Yeux
• Dial Me Up
• Egyptian
• Flying Too High
• Glad to be unhappy
• Gloomy sunday
• Halfway on
• Hand on steel[
• Heavy dreaming
• Helmet Ray
• High
• I Get Along Without You Very Well
• I hear music
• It's Like Reaching For The Moon
• Jim
• Little Robot
• Melancholy lullaby
• Mystery Man
• Now That It's Long Over
• Oh, You Crazy Moon
• Ride 600
• Right black spotlight
• Rock me to sleep
• Runaway
• So Tired
• Soothe me
• Sugarfight
• The building
• The choice
• The drum
• The mummy
• Torchlight
• Trampoline
• Warned
• Whistle
• Without a pain
• Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams