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 eight

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 marveling 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 marveled 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 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
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)

I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late
(It's not too late)
I hope it's not too late