I feel high.
High as a kite.
On my way towards the highest pike.
Let’s get there & speed down on our bike.
How fast can we go, as hard as we bite.
As far as we can, until no longer in sight.
Down below the hallows we go, here we go all night.
Don’t let go or off you go, hang on with all your might.
Here we go the lowest height.
It may be a frightening fright.
It may feel all right.
But no matter what.
I’ll hold you tight.

© CMA