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