Lyrics

Last night I dreamt of him: Buckminster Fuller The force that drives the flower brings Grace to caterpillars Slowly creeping Drunk with meaning Things unseen are not unmade And I am just a little thing Made like all others Humble as a bumble bee My heart set on the moon Full force feeling Here is meaning Things unseen are not unmade How was it, how is it, how was this great world grown? Things unseen are already there Slowly creeping Drunk with meaning Things unseen are not unmade