You say you dream of it But how real is it? Is it realistic? You know that you can tell me I see you look behind In the Gallery The paint holds your eyes like a prison cell You run free Away from me And that's alright The grass will cover my fall You run free Away from me And I will never follow again I just realised How bad my mind has gotten I think that I lost it I can deal with it Roll another spliff I'm falling off that cliff Oh I'm falling down My blood's running down I'm still falling down I'm falling down But I'm still high My blood's running down My soul running down My hope's running out But I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high I'm still high