Get Up High - Alberta Cross

In the weekends, I get up

In the morning, I belong to you the more that I came

When emotions get old

And how can you imagine a life without strain?

I get up high

I get up high

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted

Ooh

In the weekends, I stay home

It’s not hard to break when you long something, but it’s easier to fail

When emotions get old

And the more you long for it, the more you care

I get up high

I get up high, yeah

I get up high

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted, yeah

When the morning comes to light and they’re all wasted

Yeah, there are other ways to the way now

Yeah, there are other ways to the way now

Yeah, there are other ways to the way now

Yeah, there are other ways to the way now

Ooh

Yeah, there are other ways to the way now