Trip 76 by The Deep (NYC) Lyrics
[Verse One]
Keep an eye on the one-eyed Jack
Wrecker Jack, he's a-comin' back
For his favorite coffee sack
[Verse Two]
Things are never what they seem
People look out for the gypsy queen
From your last super dream
[Verse Three]
Humanity has a chance if they watch the planets dance
Then break out of their trance
And see the midnight sun
Shine down on everyone
Whose souls are out on the run
[Verse Four]
We're goin' on a pleasure ride
To see the sound of the other side
Of the rippling silver tide
(Apostles of the hidden sun)
Apostles of the hidden sun
(The bodies dwell the spirit one)
The bodies dwell the spirit one
(The golden age has just begun)
The golden age has just begun
[Verse Five]
Reality sings a brand-new tune
The past is melting into ruins
The future is coming on too soon
The valley of my childhood dreams
Ghosts of forgotten things
Flies on eagles wings
[Verse Six]
The purple colors spin around
The silence makes a deep, red sound
The golden bells, they resound
I'm walking on the fresh-cut grass
The silver drops are falling fast
Will my vision ever last?
[Verse Seven]
The day is turning into night
And I'm returning from my flight
With sacred bows I made with light
Keep an eye on the one-eyed Jack
Wrecker Jack, he's a-comin' back
For his favorite coffee sack
[Verse Two]
Things are never what they seem
People look out for the gypsy queen
From your last super dream
[Verse Three]
Humanity has a chance if they watch the planets dance
Then break out of their trance
And see the midnight sun
Shine down on everyone
Whose souls are out on the run
[Verse Four]
We're goin' on a pleasure ride
To see the sound of the other side
Of the rippling silver tide
(Apostles of the hidden sun)
Apostles of the hidden sun
(The bodies dwell the spirit one)
The bodies dwell the spirit one
(The golden age has just begun)
The golden age has just begun
[Verse Five]
Reality sings a brand-new tune
The past is melting into ruins
The future is coming on too soon
The valley of my childhood dreams
Ghosts of forgotten things
Flies on eagles wings
[Verse Six]
The purple colors spin around
The silence makes a deep, red sound
The golden bells, they resound
I'm walking on the fresh-cut grass
The silver drops are falling fast
Will my vision ever last?
[Verse Seven]
The day is turning into night
And I'm returning from my flight
With sacred bows I made with light