Trial Trip - Birth Control

We put out to seas of joy last night

High waves all 'round our peyote boat

Suns and moons were looking down on us We tripped and drank all the colours

From skies and waters of spaces

Trial trip on high

We kept on smoking the four winds

And we’ve been thinking what’s left to do Late we met an island in the sea

Smiling people stood and waited for us Told us that we’ve crossed the channel twice

And so we built up some new words

To tell our good friends in England

Try a trip on high

When we came right in the isle’s heart

We moved on higher in our minds

Time passed by right on a heavy bike

Truth went slow as if she needed a crutch

Suns and moons were looking down on them

They tripped and drank all the colours

From skies and waters of spaces

Trial trip on high

So keep on smoking the four winds

And go on thinking what’s left to do