Even when high we can still reflect the sun
From the state of your eyes I can see you're bending from above
Do it one time you can always learn to love the rhymes that I, I, I, I
Sweet as the grapes from which I make my wine,
Plums and the apples and all of that kind
Seventy steps for the sea I reap for I
Sink like a ship to the depths of all that's right
Ooooo
Even when high
Even when high
Even when high