Profits High Horse
The flowers I brought you, the breakfasts in
bedFingertip kisses, sweet nothings I said, to you
meant nothing
alone again.
Would he lay down his coat over mud and the rain?
Hold doors open for you?
Wait up till you're in?
Call to remind you he's thinking of you?
There's so many kisses left for you and I to discuss.
But,
High up on your horse you don't see what it has taken
to make me.
You're looking down now,
down on me.
High up on your horse you don't see what you so soon
shall be missing.
You're looking down now,
down on me.
How could with the same mouth hat you kissed me
to everyone have dissed me,
leaving me a joke among your vanity brigade?
You're running from a future that won't look good in a
frame,
leaving you regretful of your choice to me refrain.
All of the things that your father can buy cant embrace
you,
cannot shake you, kiss you and give you goose bumps on
your neck like I used to.
High up on your horse you don't see what it has taken
to make me.
You're looking down now,
down on me.
High up on your horse you don't see what you so soon
shall be missing.
You're looking down now,
down on me.
High up on your horse you don't see what it has taken
to make me.
You're looking down now,
down on me.
High up on your horse you don't see what you so soon
shall be missing.
You're looking down now,
down on me
