Paroles

Once again we're off the ground Vulnerable to lights and sound You're asking us to come around There's six hours left and only two down So we'll float down a stream Through our consciousness and dreams Filled by love it would make you scream And start bursting at the seams Is time up yet we've gone so far So deep inside it's cold and dark So close now I can taste the stars And see so clearly what you are In the place where colors melt I'll take your hand as a safety belt Don't accept what fate has dealt Follow what your heart just felt The eight are up and your mind is clear Another trip is coming near In due time, my friend, ya hear But next time we'll bring tripping gear
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