Low

Sometimes I wanna take you down.

Sometime I wanna get you low.

Sometimes I go and walk the street 

Behind the green sheet of glass.

A million miles below their feet

A million miles

The fruit is rusting on the vine

The fruit is calling from the trees

Hey don't you wanna go down

Like some junkie cosmonaut

A million miles below their feet

A million miles 

Blue blue is the sun. 

Brown brown is the sky.

Green green are her eyes.

A million miles 

Cracker