Under The Influence Lyrics - The Audio Of Being - Matthew Good Band

I dreamed I was a pigeon 

Slipping through the heavens like a 747 

Everyone left down below 

Locked in a house of my invention 

Learning the don'ts of fire prevention 

If I roast marshmallows over their bodies 

Do you think God will still find their souls? 

Just want to be like we used to 

Under the influence 

Just want to see like we used to 

Under the influence 

I dreamed I was a white tip slipping through the Pacific 

My heart for a shipwreck and your legs left down below 

Some things they come, all things they go 

And there ain't nothing like exploding 

If you've got something to explode