sarah slean's 'high'

[cimorene]

always wonder why your eyes are closed
don't you want to see me closing mine?
heaven help me, i'll devour him
see me drawing out his spine
hey, boy, come sleep
i will turn the ocean into sky
how do you keep
when the love is making you high
outta sight, outta mind?
high

you're afraid of what I'll do to you
recall the taste of something sweet
between a thousand sheets of memory
i cannot be blamed because you're weak
hey, boy, come sleep
I will turn the ocean into sky
how do you keep
when the love is making you high
outta sight, outta mind?
high