High Time
Song by Ziv Moran, Louis Island
Album
BPM
76
I call to the mountains sitting across the bay
Morning comes though it’s steadier than yesterday
I take the stillness as a sign to write a song
About things we’ve done and the things still to come
Flowers in the plenty coloring in the view
Red sun burns late Sunday afternoon
Talking for hours about the places we have gone
And things we’ve done and the things still to come
‘Cus it’s high time
High time
Old trees with orange leaves they take me to a place
To be by your side I would run all night and day
Tall pines and fall lines I’m glad that we are home
And times with you I will never outgrow
‘Cus it’s high time
High time
Morning comes though it’s steadier than yesterday
I take the stillness as a sign to write a song
About things we’ve done and the things still to come
Flowers in the plenty coloring in the view
Red sun burns late Sunday afternoon
Talking for hours about the places we have gone
And things we’ve done and the things still to come
‘Cus it’s high time
High time
Old trees with orange leaves they take me to a place
To be by your side I would run all night and day
Tall pines and fall lines I’m glad that we are home
And times with you I will never outgrow
‘Cus it’s high time
High time