A Night in Seattle
With Every liquid oz taken, another city light becomes obscure,
Blind women and glazed eyes fill the masses,
Trapped in the intoxication of laughter and enrapture,
I left this place just for an instant, High as a kite
Please don’t bring me back,
All these senses, inflamed, bloodshot, warm,
Can it be.........be my lost world,
I feel so free, I feel so free,
God this has to be
Blind women and glazed eyes fill the masses,
Trapped in the intoxication of laughter and enrapture,
I left this place just for an instant, High as a kite
Please don’t bring me back,
All these senses, inflamed, bloodshot, warm,
Can it be.........be my lost world,
I feel so free, I feel so free,
God this has to be