John Frusciante - How High lyrics

We met you through your fortune

You're made of high

We slipped through the streams of the city

We slip your mind

How high, how high?

Past life

How high, how high?

Leave your body

You leave the past in a field

When your odds are timed

When you stand in a plane

This ground does rise

How high, how high?

Past life

How high, how high?

Leave your body