Part II: It Moves
[FLOYD]
Wonder what she looks like...
Maybe 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
It's gettin' further away
Grindin' down deeper underneath

Looks wet
Every 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 ain't wet though
No more than a bone
Guess it jes' remember when there was a river goin' through
Centuries ago
Back when there was dinosaurs
An' when there was Adam and Eve

Things happen
An' folks forget
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