It Moves Lyrics > Floyd Collins

FLOYD
Wonder what she looks like...
maybe a hundred twenty feet high,
sixty feet wide,
two hundred fifty feet long,
best I can picture it.
Ah...
Curvin' back and around so slow,
so big, it moves
when you try to take it all in,
if you try to see it all.
When you think it's gettin' closer,
s'gettin' further away,
grindin' down deeper underneath.
Looks wet,
ev'ry wall looks wet,
meltin' with a snow made a' cream...
Shinin' ev'rywhere with tiny diamonds.
Shine the lantern
an' git all the colors of the world
comin' back,
all the colors of the world.
Ah...
'T aint wet though,
no more than a bone.
Guess it jes' remember
when there was ariver goin' through
centuries ago,
back when there was dinosaurs
an' there was Adam and Eve.
Things happen
an' folks forgit,
but the rain soaks it up
and collects it here;
No tellin' what's on these walls,
layerin' on slow
like a stone history book,
with a couple of sentences 'bout me.

Last Update: June, 10th 2013