Buckminsterfullerene

Cold is night

To a bold new light

Oh you're settled in
Bloodstream medicine child

Hold your reticent babe
Close to your breastbone and smile

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 time's a fickle line

Lines such a capricious lies

Lies lie in wayward time

And in a day's week every salt's gone to seed

A garden shed mistook for turbulent seas

So blown out the 30 way today for me
You golden god of fables
What can not be real
Endless parallels though you hide it well
So none of a day 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
You lucky