We went all so low, we are so high,
Love the moment with you,
Beneath this dark sky.
Thunders hit and wind blows death,
We’re surrounded by Nature’s threat.
I love we’re too high,
Beneath the dark sky.
Just hold my hand and don’t give a damn,
We all will perish, when Hell opens its dam.
Better to remain this high,
When sky falls down and so we die.
Writer’s note: do not worry, no one really dies, just wanted to write something ted bit surreal, dark. You know, it’s raining here and that inspired the writing.
” We are so high” – means what you think it does. 😀