Haze
The end of the night wasnÕt right away
We had a few things we had to put away
In a mescaline haze it seemed so evident
With our lives laid out our paths were made and set
Then Hendrix trailed I felt so warm inside
And at that time I saw my time to die
It brought me back to the womb
I felt consumed

ItÕs something I made
ItÕs something I own
And if I had it all to do again
I would not do it alone

These are the times we tear