Вступление
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Smoke from the tea, and slim flakes of flatbread
The crowds around me keep talking and my head
Keeps sinking beneath into the table I-I see.
People are looking in my direction
These faces are smoking their hash by the session
Their oxygen tanks from which rings of murky gray shine
[Chorus]
Take me home
I have lost my sense of time
Far away
My perception seems to fly
Bring me home, keep me safe from this
[Verse 2]
Life seems to whiz past my cognizance
Show me the route to the bog which is
Clouding my brain in this sinister fashion with ease
Fight by the pain and channel the madness
Then sit through the rain till these thoughts turn to sadness
So muddled and warped, there to remind you the tea
Where’s the tea?
[Chorus]
Take me home
I have lost my sense of time
Far away
My perception seems to fly
N.C.
Bring me home, keep me safe from this