The Trip Lyrics

Autumn The Trip

great brick glass arches
my toungue and hips peeling
these swirls of tripped-out lightning
titilate and frighten
and i feel
to be
in a strange daze
wasted just like the old days
anxious to curl up and crawl away
but then distracted by another face
leads me to another place
and i feel
to be
in a strange daze