Lucky #8

In the tidal pools of pain Swimming in the seas of fate You know how this came to be And it rhymes with the lucky number 8 Lay it on its side, sweet angel Sleep eternally Are you really my archangel Summoning for me? Well, you know I can reason I reason with the best of them I'm sitting at the diamond table And i'm marvelling at the charts and diagrams What percentage am I spirit? What percentage is machine? Come on, baby, let me hear it What are you whispering to me? And when's the last time that you You tried the theory of collapse And all the multi-felt dimensions Came to you and coalesced at last And you marvelled as the spaces Came to represent Nothing more than the orbits That we circumvent? So just give the money to the dancers While their hips go figure eight And they entrance us with the answers And we hope and pray the message ain't too late And I know that I have to get going Cause every good night turns to morning And I hope I can find my way back home Cause i've wandered out And i'm all alone And I don't want to lose ya You're my only audience Nor will I abuse ya By not making sense Just give the money to the dancers While their hips go figure eight And they entrance us with the answers I hope it's not too late Just give the money to the dancers While their hips go figure eight And they entrance us with the answers I hope it's not too late I call my friend, and she comes over While this trip begins to fade I ask her gently for the answers She says it's getting late She says it's getting late She says it's getting late She says it's getting late I hope it's not too late