(One, two, three, four, one) When I get high I get conservative I want what you want T'get it all Ya got to give And not to give it away, no way When I get high There is no why anyway 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, -ain When I get high I get so humourless Wantin' what I wanted Just to get it And not to give it away Away is mine And not to give it away Away is mine Or words that don't connect Sounded like my thoughts That disappear so fast To the thin winter wash