Текст песни 8 Hours - Metasequoia

Once again we're off the ground
Vulnerable to lights and sound
You're asking us to come around
There's six hours left and only two down
So we'll float down a stream
Through our consciousness and dreams
Filled by love it would make you scream
And start bursting at the seams
Is time up yet we've gone so far
So deep inside it's cold and dark
So close now I can taste the stars
And see so clearly what you are
In the place where colors melt
I'll take your hand as a safety belt
Don't accept what fate has dealt
Follow what your heart just felt
The eight are up and your mind is clear
Another trip is coming near
In due time, my friend, ya hear
But next time we'll bring tripping gear