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