Again here it comes
The world floating ‘round me
Low his guitar hums
Tunes are engulfing
And I’m falling fast
Lights shining all over
A vine that grows vast
Swinging right through me
A constant trip soothing
The blurring lines fading
And decadence moving
This sanguine reminder
Of all that I am
Finding me softly
And over again
Feed me back.
