The B-52's › Lyrics › Trism

She has to leave
She has to go
The fastest way
Is by trism

Steps off the curb
Stella Corona hopes for the best
To be home by sunset
Gotta be home by sunset

She asked me to give her a ride
She said she had to go
Dropped her off by the trism
Through the atmosphere by prism

Go trism, trism
Trism, trism, trism

Gotta keep, gotta keep movin' on
And gotta keep movin', and gotta keep movin', movin'
Gotta keep movin' and gotta, gotta keep on

It was a human race to get away, yeah
And then back again
Like the sun bends light through a prism
She bends herself through the trism

Like the sun bends light through a prism
She bends herself through the trism
In the smoky streets of the night
She pulls the lever and then bright light

Trism, trism
Trism, trism, trism