When I get high I get conservative I want what you want To get it all – ya got to give And not to give it away No way When I get high There is no why any way Making words that connect That sound like my thoughts That disappear slow as the sun To the pale summer sun The pale summer washed in the rain When I get high I get so humourless Wanting what I wanted Just to get it And not to give it away Away is mine And not give it away Away is mine Or words that don't connect Sound little like my thoughts That disappears so fast To the thin winter wash