paroles de chanson Tripping Along (Full Band Version) - 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
'Til it's all coming undone
'Til 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