Race Of Robots - Gettin' High Lyrics

It’s the way you arrive in a car outside with the coolest disguise. You’re a ghost that lingers in my head. As your lips are touching your finger tips and you drop your last cigarette.
Well no one died and we made it out alive; you’re the closest thing to getting high
All intact and we’re falling back. You’re the soft white, dim light, tonight. And you guide me to the right speed with the perfect dose that I need.
Well no one died and we made it out alive; you’re the closest thing to getting high
Come in close, almost over dosed, on another note I am feeling your beautiful vibe. Wanting us to survive, let us get through this night.
Well no one died and we made it out alive; you’re the closest thing to getting high