The Trip Lyrics - Autumn

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