The Trip
Autumn (Band) * Track #7 On Return to the Breath
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The Trip Lyrics
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