Trips

It's a matter of time before I get high
And end up on a plane going to Shanghai in the morning
Paradise awaits
But I always find myself looking for an escape
Tired of wine and the endless nights
I'd rather cross my heart and hope to die, but you're calling
And ever since that day
I've been looking at the heavens, shouting your name

Pick up the phone and realize
I wanted more than your disguise
It's gruesome, oh, my love, the way you left me in a moment
Tragedy, a felony, you never seemed to notice
You blew the scene and made me blind
I'm on the floor, spaced out of my mind

'Cause I'm still thinking about you
(Ooh, ooh)
I'm still thinking about you
(Ooh)

So intertwined with the midnight lot
I feel the curse come running to compromise all my patience
And evermore I'll say
Oh, these trips are making me go insane

And I wanna find a way to get back home
I don't wanna stay the night alone
Get me on a train or on the road
I don't wanna stay the night alone
I wanna find a way to get back home
I don't wanna stay the night alone

I'm still thinking
I'm still thinking
I'm still thinking

I'm still thinking about you
I'm still thinking about you

No, I don't want a nightmare keeping me up
But I can't keep running from picking up
The pieces on the floor, I'm trying to stay away
But I'm still thinking
I'm still thinking