Let's go walking in the pouring rain before it turns to acid
Texas Hold Em in the highway lanes before they turn to traffic
I got a ticket for a one way plane and watched Phoenix turn to ashes
Turn to ashes
The crowd was singing High Hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
Cut myself while shaving my face just to try and find a new habit
Losing ground we're running in place like a fat man chasing a rabbit
Blood and oil bubbling up on my plate so I smashed it against the granite
I need a new habit
The crowd was singing high hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
I can't tell if this is heaven or it's hell
If it's heaven let's buy
If it's hell let's sell
Tim - High Hopes Lyrics
Tim - High Hopes Lyrics
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Let's go walking in the pouring rain before it turns to acid
Texas Hold Em in the highway lanes before they turn to traffic
I got a ticket for a one way plane and watched Phoenix turn to ashes
Turn to ashes
The crowd was singing High Hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
Cut myself while shaving my face just to try and find a new habit
Losing ground we're running in place like a fat man chasing a rabbit
Blood and oil bubbling up on my plate so I smashed it against the granite
I need a new habit
The crowd was singing high hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
I can't tell if this is heaven or it's hell
If it's heaven let's buy
If it's hell let's sell
Texas Hold Em in the highway lanes before they turn to traffic
I got a ticket for a one way plane and watched Phoenix turn to ashes
Turn to ashes
The crowd was singing High Hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
Cut myself while shaving my face just to try and find a new habit
Losing ground we're running in place like a fat man chasing a rabbit
Blood and oil bubbling up on my plate so I smashed it against the granite
I need a new habit
The crowd was singing high hopes
Smiling through a broken nose
Dancing on a tightrope
A tightrope
I feel a little less alone
I can't tell if this is heaven or it's hell
If it's heaven let's buy
If it's hell let's sell
Writer: Dave Hause, Tim Hause
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing