Lyrics: James Blake/Dom Maker/Jameela Jamil/Lola Young
Music: James Blake/Dom Maker/Jameela Jamil/Lola Young
From down here
From down here
From down here
From down here
From down here
From down here
Put on my birthday dress, it's not for a whole damn year
I wanna look the part, don't want to disappear
Get up on the table, but I can't dance
Try at conversation, don't know where to start
But it's my favourite place, so why do I hate it here?
I miss the high from down here
I used to fly around here
Not quite alive, I'm somewhere in between
I miss the high from down here
I'm between a rock and the hardest place
Can I make them laugh? Can I make them stay?
Sitting on the sofa doesn't feel right
Somebody comes over, throwing me a line
That's not me tonight, I'm so sorry, mate
I miss the high from down here
I used to fly around here
Not quite alive, I'm somewhere in between
I miss the high
And I know it's not right to long for parts of that life
But can I just reminisce tonight?
Acting my age, turning the page
But what a boring book it would've been anyway
I miss the high from down here (Anyway)
I used to fly around here (Anyway)
Not quite alive, I'm somewhere in between
I miss the high