Jack Serra-Lima: vocals, guitars
Paul Connors: piano

Dr. Lyn Christie: bass
Albert Cala: drums

 

You Get Me High

 

I was calling the preacher
I was buying a ring
I just met you a week ago
and I would give you everything

I was caught in the crossfire
between obsession and sense
bullet riddled and battle weary
and reenlisting again

I don't know a thing about you
but there's no other one
who makes me feel so very alive
it's like the world and my soul are on fire
and if it kills me I really don't mind
you get me high

I was living a flat line
everything was a bore
my irrational pasttime everyday
relive the day before

A shot away from a bender
a thought away from a clue
I hope this bartenders serving up
at least one of the two

I don't know a thing about you
but there's no other one
who makes me feel so very alive
it's like the world and my soul are on fire
and if it kills me I really don't mind
you get me high

My life was in freefall
and it seemed like a waste of time
but then I met you and for a minute or two
I thought everything was fine

but now it's four in the morning
and I'm lying awake
you're cuddled next to me snoring in my ear
yesterday's lunch in my face

... I didn't know a thing about you 
but there's no other one 
who makes me feel so buried alive
like I'm in Hell and my soul is on fire
and if it kills me I really don't mind
you get me high