The Call, Part II: It Moves

Lyrics

[FLOYD] Wonder what she looks like Maybe hundred-twenty feet high Sixty feet wide Two hundred fifty feet long Best I can picture it Ah Curvin' back and around So slow, so big, it moves When you try to take it all in If you try to see it all When you think it's gettin' closer It's gettin' further away Grindin' down deeper underneath Looks wet, every wall looks wet Meltin' with a snow made of cream Shinin' everywhere with tiny diamonds Shine the lantern and get all the colors of the world comin' back All the colors of the world Ah 'Tain't wet, though, no more than a bone Guess it just remember when there was a river goin' through Centuries ago Back when there was dinosaurs And when there was Adam and Eve Things happen and folks forget But the rain soaks it up and collects it here No tellin' what's on these walls Layerin' on slow Like a stone history book With a couple of sentences 'bout me