CHORUS:
This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom
a story of a novel, that`s the perfect description of `em
this is a ressurection, this is a mass ascention
this is a merger of a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes,
a girl and a guy
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness
a world of listlessness is all we ever asked for
rolling down a fine collection of lucky charms
my horseshoe`s gone rusty, my clover has lost its leaves
Pages fall from trees in bundles, `n look like leaves
typewriter`s movements are too slow
punctuation is a great idea when you`re a
pair of writers in a canyon lounge
CHORUS
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness
to stop this list would be a crime of second nature
radiate these words in circular friendship
who is it coming from tonight?
CHORUS