Sometimes I wanna take you down,
Sometimes I wanna get you low,
Brush your hair back from your eyes,
Take you down let the river flow,
Sometimes I wanna walk the street,
Behind the green sheet of glass,
A million miles below your feet,
A million miles, a million miles.
I'll be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned,
I'll be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned.
A million poppies gonna make me sleep,
But just one rose who knows your name,
The fruit is rusting on the vine,
The fruit is calling from the trees,
Hey oh don't you wanna go down,
Like some displaced cosmonaut,
A million miles a million miles,
A million miles a million miles.
Be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned,
I'll be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned.
Blue, blue is the sun,
And brown, brown is the sky,
Green, green of her eyes,
A million miles, a million miles,
Hey, oh don't you wanna go down,
Like some junkie cosmonaut,
A million miles below your feet,
A million miles, a million miles.
Be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned,
I'll be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned.
Be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned,
Be with you girl, like being low,
Hey, hey, hey like being stoned.
Low Lyrics performed by Counting Crows are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Low Lyrics performed by Counting Crows is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD