Cameron Whitcomb - Hundred Mile High (Lyrics)

subscribe for daily country songs 🤠🧡 https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwleXYCP-YkdQTEyqd7FXRQ?sub_confirmation=1 Lyrics: I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice Cold as ice, hot and bothered, co-dependent, just like my father Farther gone but getting closer to smelling that lovely white aroma Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That choke hold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Remember me so I won't forget That I need a line to call all my friends That choke hold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick I take too much and panic, if I run out, I would fall I'm disturbed and overrated, yeah, I can't seem to find the calm And I can hear the police knocking, I could swear they're barging in But it's just me, myself and I, and all these voices in my head Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That choke hold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Remember me so I won't forget That I need a line to call all my friends That choke hold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Why can't I love on something Unless it makes me sick Ah-oh, and it makes me sick (Why can't I love on something Unless it makes me sick) Thickets thorns the briar patch A Winter storm, the fire's ash I contemplate my choices, knowing Damn well, I ain't fine Through these alleyways and cul-de-sacs For a can of worms and cognac I'd walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That choke hold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick #cameronwhitcomb #hundredmilehigh #country #countryrock #lyrics #songlyrics #hitsong