Future Days (Getting High)

Is this just the way I feel or is this just the way I seem?
Are we angels falling to the Earth or living in a dream?
With borrowed golden smiles from the graveyard of your scene.
You’re a priest behind the wheel of a burned out limousine.
Look for me in future days and times of no reply
Look for me in future days I’ll be getting high
GETTING HIGH! GETTING HIGH (x2)
Days can sometimes fail and dreams all seem to fade.
Let’s leave the lonely faces at the open souls arcade.
You say you’ll always love me and it’s ninety in the shade.
Throw me to the lions, don’t you know I’ve got it made.
Look for me in future days and times of no reply.
Look for me in future days I’ll be getting
GETTING HIGH! GETTING HIGH! (x2)
With love as dark as midnight, I plan to hit the road.
And live a thousand summers where the ancient rivers flow.
If love is orange blossom drawing circles in the snow,
whoever bought me down here will have to take me home.
Look for me in future days and times of no reply. Look for me in future days
I’ll be getting high
GETTING HIGH! GETTING HIGH! (x2)
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