Trip

And it seems I’m sweating bowls of water As the tap drips on my head saturating the bed I can hear the man next door he’s playing tapes Of some old group like the grateful dead My arms and legs I move like strokes I try to swim in sheets my heads a mess The man next door his volumes louder The music seems to blast my inner sense I take off all my clothes my dick exposed I flick it without realising the action I can’t escape from dripping taps and bowls of water And the man next door can’t get no satisfaction His old tunes they bring back memories I crush the pillow covering my face Water streaming everywhere the room it spins It seems I’ve somehow left this place The rolling stones move and who knows why Blasts of music dodge around my brain But I’m back now and I’m sweating buckets My body wracked in fear and pain The music stops my heart beats so fast It’s the only sound around this room The light is off the tap still drips I feel that I’m trapped in a tomb A speeding journey a flashing light I see people I have never seen before I seem to be hovering high above them all My feet don’t seem to want to touch the floor Crazy fool a voice breaks out That’s some trip this lads on And the man next door appears to me Hey sunny what's your favourite song I shout and scream my lips don't move The water pours in every hole Now all is quiet the scene has stopped Am I still a living soul.