[00:00.000] 作词 : Stu Mackenzie/Ambrose Kenny-Smith/Michael Cavanagh/Cook Craig/Lucas Harwood/Joseph Walker
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Stu Mackenzie/Ambrose Kenny-Smith/Michael Cavanagh/Cook Craig/Lucas Harwood/Joseph Walker
[00:41.820]Can you feel the weight of the Earth on your shoulders?
[00:46.407]Are you always sailing through troubled waters?
[00:51.362]I'm going under a path
[00:53.463]The earth, the sea, the sky, one roof, one house
[01:00.637]What will be will be
[01:03.403]Find your zen, embrace the journey (Panpsychic, pan)
[01:09.952]In every grain of sand holds a mind which can expand
[01:15.953]Well until the next big bang
[01:18.210]One is all, and all is one
[01:20.221]A spirit in everyone (Spirit)
[01:22.465]All that, all that, and that on that
[01:24.795]All panpsych (panpsych, panpsych, panpsych)
[01:27.395]The wind whispers a secret message for those who've grown ears to hear it (hear it)
[01:32.126]You're inside, you're paperthin
[01:34.216]You're panpsych (Panpsych)
[01:37.421]Slurp the sweet divine of a pearl oyster
[01:42.236]Wondrous amulet for the latte pastures
[01:46.973]Next stop unknown to the primitive cockroach
[01:51.717]We are omnipresent, intertwined horoscope
[01:55.851]I am trying to pick apart past the psychic wind, past the astral dreadnought
[02:05.263]I am flying straight through the stars
[02:09.334]Giving out life, giving linkage to my higher self with a bluer heart
[02:14.504]I, I am the wind at sea, I am that steering plane
[02:19.832]Creepin' in your higher mind; beaming in your astral plane
[02:24.843]I am the bright red blood crossing through your little veins
[02:29.195]I’m the thought your arm has before your mind can catch the flame
[02:42.482]You’ve been bathing within me for some time
[02:46.900]Between the wave and foam, I have been the tide
[02:51.501]Unending delusion, ad infinitum
[02:56.701]But there’s always exhalation
[03:00.843]The dog on the free way thinks it’s in control
[03:05.516]It’s testosterone that makes a man think he’s strong
[03:10.275]Unending delusion, ad infinitum
[03:15.456]But there’s always exhalation
[03:21.702]You're inside it, and be within it
[03:25.909]It’s creeping higher
[03:29.173]It's exhalation
[03:39.294]It’s coming down to the wire
[03:44.492]This plane’s on fire
[03:47.198]It’s you, it’s us, not the magic bus
[03:51.792]Crash land, in sand
[03:54.217]We'll do it hand in hand

作词 : Stu Mackenzie/Ambrose Kenny-Smith/Michael Cavanagh/Cook Craig/Lucas Harwood/Joseph Walker
作曲 : Stu Mackenzie/Ambrose Kenny-Smith/Michael Cavanagh/Cook Craig/Lucas Harwood/Joseph Walker
Can you feel the weight of the Earth on your shoulders?
Are you always sailing through troubled waters?
I'm going under a path
The earth, the sea, the sky, one roof, one house
What will be will be
Find your zen, embrace the journey (Panpsychic, pan)
In every grain of sand holds a mind which can expand
Well until the next big bang
One is all, and all is one
A spirit in everyone (Spirit)
All that, all that, and that on that
All panpsych (panpsych, panpsych, panpsych)
The wind whispers a secret message for those who've grown ears to hear it (hear it)
You're inside, you're paperthin
You're panpsych (Panpsych)
Slurp the sweet divine of a pearl oyster
Wondrous amulet for the latte pastures
Next stop unknown to the primitive cockroach
We are omnipresent, intertwined horoscope
I am trying to pick apart past the psychic wind, past the astral dreadnought
I am flying straight through the stars
Giving out life, giving linkage to my higher self with a bluer heart
I, I am the wind at sea, I am that steering plane
Creepin' in your higher mind; beaming in your astral plane
I am the bright red blood crossing through your little veins
I’m the thought your arm has before your mind can catch the flame
You’ve been bathing within me for some time
Between the wave and foam, I have been the tide
Unending delusion, ad infinitum
But there’s always exhalation
The dog on the free way thinks it’s in control
It’s testosterone that makes a man think he’s strong
Unending delusion, ad infinitum
But there’s always exhalation
You're inside it, and be within it
It’s creeping higher
It's exhalation
It’s coming down to the wire
This plane’s on fire
It’s you, it’s us, not the magic bus
Crash land, in sand
We'll do it hand in hand