Lyrics
[Part I]
Her heart like a block of stone
Crawling in her chest like a bleeding bone
Her heart like a weeping tome
Locked in her breast like a heaving storm.
But the high, the high
The high, the high
Palm-deep in the seeping stone
She’s crawling in her caves
Aaaa-lone
Vibrates with a weeping tone
Humming with
The high, the high
The high, the high
Crawling into her past
She sees the vast plains
Of imitation laying waste to
Her syncopated ways
She’s constrained, entrained in the weaving of the fates
Elevated by the vapors of
The high, the high
The high, the high
[Part II]
Eeeee-ahhhh
Eeeee-ahhhh
ooooooooo
Ahhh-ahh-ahhhh
Ahhh-ahh-ahhhh
Eeeeeeee
Footsteps on the panes of glass
She’s calling on the gods of her past
Footsteps on the panes of glass
She’s calling on the gods of her—
Hi-iiii-iiigh
Hi-iiii-iiigh!
[Part III]
The high, the high
The high, the high (x2.5)
Percussive break
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Aaaah ooo ah oh aah ah oh eee
Aaaah ooo ah oh aah ah oh eee
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Eeeee eeee, Eeeee oooo
Footsteps on the lava rock,
Calling down the Gods!