| Song | The High Coast |
| Artist | Cocoanut Groove |
| Album | How To Build A Maze |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Looking from my window, | |
| To the streets below, | |
| The red bricks and the gardens, | |
| And you | |
| On the sidewalks, | |
| Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
| Half past eight, | |
| It's time for work again | |
| I've been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
| But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
| They’re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
| Float like clouds on a windy day | |
| I've been dreaming for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| I've been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast |
| Looking from my window, | |
| To the streets below, | |
| The red bricks and the gardens, | |
| And you | |
| On the sidewalks, | |
| Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
| Half past eight, | |
| It' s time for work again | |
| I' ve been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
| But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
| They' re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
| Float like clouds on a windy day | |
| I' ve been dreaming for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| I' ve been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast |
| Looking from my window, | |
| To the streets below, | |
| The red bricks and the gardens, | |
| And you | |
| On the sidewalks, | |
| Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
| Half past eight, | |
| It' s time for work again | |
| I' ve been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
| But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
| They' re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
| Float like clouds on a windy day | |
| I' ve been dreaming for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast | |
| I' ve been longing for, | |
| Where the wind blows, | |
| Far away from these grey streets, | |
| To the high coast |