Sangtekst: Jorge Drexler. High And Dry.

Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever,
don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle
watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror,
You're turning into something you are not.

Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY
Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who can not talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you,
When you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out.

Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY
Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY

Oh? It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing that you ever, ever had
It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing you ever had, It?s gone away.

Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY
Don't leave me HIGH,
don't leave me DRY?


(Gracias a Mar por esta letra)