Trippers & Askers - Seeing is a Gas

Give, me all of the fire
Why, does it seem so dire
You enter, enter into speaking
And we, we are all day drinking
Spin, 'til seeing is a gas
And sling, the playbook from the mast
In my embrace, you look for him
Night, falls onto my thinking
Light, it washes and I'm linking
Your entry, to a thing that's hollow
So I, I no longer follow
Spin, 'til seeing is a gas
And sling, the playbook from the mast
In my embrace, you look for him

Written by:
Jay Hammond

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