This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascension
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy
Strolling liquid mountain pile of consciousness
World of listlessness is all we ever asked for
Rolling down a fine collection of lucky charms
My horseshoes' 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
This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascension
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy
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?
This is a novel of Rebecceth and Angstrom
A story of a novel that's a perfect description of 'em
This is a resurrection, this is a mass ascension
This is a merger of a pair of eyes
A pair of eyes
A girl and a guy