[Verse 1: Stu Mackenzie]
Can you feel the weight of the Earth on your shoulders?
Are you always sailing through troubled waters?
Born [?] 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

[Verse 2: Stu Mackenzie]
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)

[Verse 3: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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

[Verse 4: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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
[Verse 5: Lucas Harwood]
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

[Verse 6: Joey Walker]
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

[Verse 7: Joey Walker]
You're inside it, and be within it
It’s creeping higher
It's exhalation

[Verse 8: Stu Mackenzie]
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