If that cloud's too high, well so am I
Baby we'll get by, bake cakes that blow our minds
And yes it's dirt and brine, I swear it tastes just fine
Don't let it get you sad when cake batter tastes bad
Don't let the cigarettes eat up your nothingness
Sure it's mud and pine, with you it tastes just fine

And if that cloud's too high, well so am I
And if that cloud's too high, well so am I

I know it's pine and mud, but baking this way's fun
I know it's dirt and brine, will you come outside
I know it's pine and mud, but baking this way's fun
I know it's dirt and brine, I swear it tastes just fine

Your TV's just like mine, I'm happy when it dies
Your TV's just like mine, I'm happy when it dies


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High Clouds (a poem by Kerri) song meanings
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