High Tones - Buxton

Hold still ye for the calvary

Feed the ego, slowly walking to

Don’t it make your tire when the sun hits your little head?

A twenty minute mile but you don’t seem to be impressed with

High tones

It’s as simple as

High tones

It’s as simple as

High tones

It’s as simple as wine

Walk on a whisper from a heavenly dream

Golden pastures flicker on the screen

Don’t it make you scream when you see what you don’t expect?

And feeling like a fool when it’s not much of anything

Just

Imaginary muddy waters playing soft from an old cassette

Slowly sinking underwater till it had a kinda cool effect

When