Rider

G Bm High all night now G Bm My eyes bugged out and I'm down on the couch G Bm Lady's got a box pressed into my face D A And a belt of beads draped around her waist I flex my neck and lose my sight See the stars dropping out alright Clouds and nebulae making noises And constellations in erotic poises G Bm Cold in space and fingers long A G D Between the ears a synapse is wrong G Bm Clicked apart and's all it can be D A G The last the last you'll see of the leaves