Eight fifteen and it feels like it's nine We walk by the river as the moon gives us light We feel poisoned as it's flowing inside We're getting closer to the mountain of god There's in my head a geodesic dome There's in my head an altered state of mind These are the words that I can't hear These are the words that I can't say It clicks and clangs On a spherical shell Sparkle bright, unfamiliar sea Hidden forms and narcotic wind These are things I can feel I can't define Buckminster won't you be my host tonight I'm in my head and my head is in my mind I'm in my mind and my mind is in my head These are the things that I can't say I can't define those things that I... Those things that I... Can you hold me These are the words that I can have These are the words that I can say These are the words that I can hear These are the words that I can say