Ignorance Makes Me High - Pontiak

A noise from the hillside

Behind which is time

Echoes in me and will echo in mine

It was nightfall quickly when the calls came

The ageing disruption

Good was good, it was all that came

The rushing color of your radiant face

High was high

It was all that was left

The blushing color of your aching chest

Haze was haze it was the worst

Simple phrases hurt the most

I lost my head when I sewed it up with yours without remorse

A touch of cold, I was lost never getting much more

Ignorance makes me high

Love was then I guess it’s died