The Trip Songtext
von Autumn

Grey brick and glass arches
Mind toned and lips feeling
These swirls of tripped out lightning
Teal lights and frightens


So now I think to be estranging
I think to be estranging
I think to be estranging
Day, estranged

Wasting just like the old days
Conscious to collapse and crawl away
But then distracted by another face
Takes me to another place

So now I think to be estranging
I think to be estranging
I think to be estranging
Day, estranged