Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Something's coming in the dead of night
It's got me running at the speed of light
My soul shines like a suicide
Something's coming in the dead of night
Something's rising with the new day's sun
Now everybody's got a holy gun
The devil walks but the angels run
Something's rising with the new day's sun
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober and I'm still high, I'm still high
I belong to everything
City lights and broken dreams
Concrete stars and picture shows
I belong so let me go
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober and I'm still high, I'm still high
Don't tell me that it's over
Don't put your hand on my shoulder
I'm not getting sober I'm getting high
I belong to what I believe in
I'm not dead and I ain't done dreaming
I belong to this world I know
I belong so let me go
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober, sober
Everybody's sober and I'm still high, I'm still high
High, I'm still high