Santa Cruz Lined Pockets lyrics

When you look the sky what faces do you see? I see myself looking back vicariously Through dream machines Deep in my wanderlusting pockets I brought ecstacy Blow our minds baby let's blow our minds I know we've got the awful bee sting blues That's what flashing red and green hues Will do to you I left my soul in an electric church basement That's why I'm clouded with divine invasion A lot of shit happen underneath the waterline girl Float on down in my hands And when you come on down I hope you'd like to stay around Into strange possibilities The darkness in my mere being if only glimpsed peripherally Well, it's wild but we can see so clearly