I closed my eyes, opened up my eyes
That made me close my eyes so then I opened my eyes
Like living in a dream
As long as I stay closed like that
Secretive to stay intact
Well that is not fun
That's why I couldn't trust anyone at all

And I got high-high-high-high-high-high
And I got low-low-low-low-low-low
So I got high-high-high-high-high-high

I was bright as the sun
Then Saskatchewan
Then I laid low like a tide
Then Bay of Fundy high
I was living in extremes
And everything that that means

And I got high-high-high-high-high-high
And I got low-low-low-low-low-low
So I got high-high-high-high-high-high
And I got low-low-low-low-low-low

Get not high
Get not low
I can't tell or be told where to go
Get not high
Get not low
I can't tell or be told where to go
Get not high
Get not low
I can't tell or be told where to go

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Leslie Feist