Buckminsterfullerene Paroles

You golden god of fables
what could not be real
endless parallels, though you hide it well
so nothing today can stay the same for me

You hollow log, immeasured
you genius cracked, so forever
you’ve got it all
you lucky dog
you lucky, you lucky dog

How so smitten to lick at wounds bitten with lips
three fine fingers the look was so near to the touch
(count the blessings on your table)
gone stare out into night got it wrong about time
time, times a fickle line
lines, such capricious lies
lies, lie in wayward time
and in a day’s week every salt’s gone to seed endless parallels, though you hide it well
so nothing today can stay the same for me

You hollow log, immeasured
you genius cracked, so forever
you’ve got it all
you lucky dog
you lucky, you lucky, you lucky...