Autumn (Rock) - 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