Taste - Ride

Floating like a smoke ring,

It cannot be regained.

Now it’s touched, it’s broken,

The taste just slips away.

The taste just slips away.

I just want to know.

I don’t want to tell you,

What you want to know.

I don’t want to tell you

As hard as right can be,

It can feel so wrong.

Too much to leave,

Now it’s all gone wrong.

But what’s right or wrong?

I don’t know.

The taste just slips away.