[Intro: All]
High
High

[Verse 1: Orla Gartland]
I want to get out of my room, it's so boring
Crushed under the weight of things that I'm ignoring (She's ignoring)
Talk to the hand, not to my face
Talk to the losers in my place
Fuck it, I'm leaving, I'm out of here!
I got a one-way ticket to heaven

[Chorus: Martin Luke Brown, All]
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
[Verse 2: Greta Isaac]
I'm on the marine parade and it's still boring (Boring, boring)
Thought there'd be a marching band, I guess they're touring
Even when it's grey, it's a holiday (Holiday)
Seven hundred ice creams in my face
So if you want to escape

[Chorus: Martin Luke Brown, Orla Gartland & Greta Isaac, All]
Then come and get
High in Brighton
High in Brighton
Wanna be
High
I wanna be
High in Brighton
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
I want to escape my real life
I want to escape
Want to escape
Want to escape
I want to escape my real life

[Pre-Chorus: dodie]
This could be perfect timing
Tickets are cheap, so buy them
[Chorus: Martin Luke Brown, All]
We can get
High in Brighton
We can get
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
So come and say
Hi in Brighton
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
I'm so high