As the Moon Sets

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