Tripping Along - The Decemberists

We were tripping tripping tripping tripping tripping along

While you’re orbiting, might I?

While you’re orbiting, might I?

Lick you sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky and sweet

They’re all turning a blind eye

They’re all turning a blind eye

But oh what I’d do just to lie with you die in your arms

What wouldn’t I give just to live with that sense of alarm?

But your relatives gathered all clamber about for your mind

And they’re tearing and swearing to leave you all naked and blind

So we keep a-ripping ripping ripping ripping rips in the sheets

'Till it’s all coming undone

'Till it’s all coming undone

And we’re drippy drippy drippy drippy, what messes are we?

And I’m due for a line out

And I’m due for a light out

But just as I’m cusping on slumber and dumbing my eyes

What spin-twisting vision comes listing and gently alights?

And bothering toddles all over this beautiful light

This fickle young sister’s away in the dimming of night

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