Our Road

Trippin, Trippin
Tippin Point
Trippin, Trippin
Flipping Coins

Zen Buddist Rapsody in Red and Green
Be the waking of my dream
As soon as Bees are saved
My soul is bare so shaved

Trippin, Trippin
Finding Joint
Trippin, Trippin
Lovers in the Void

This beating belongs to us
Synchronising the waves of lust
Happenings of Joy
Find me without no Toy

Trippin, Trippin
Trippin, Trippin

These should be more than Words
I love to know your worth
For me the end might be
Happy or Never, we‘ll see.

Foto: JB