There's nobodyThere's no mountainThere's no
tunnelYou can't get from there to hereYou can't get
from here to thereThere's nobodyThere's no
mountainThere's no tunnelYou can't get from there to
hereYou can't get from here to thereThere hasn't been
a change in the atmosphereNothing twisting round, burning down,
coming roundThere hasn't been a change for over a yearSlid
it through, ride it through, hiding youThere hasn't been a
change in the atmosphereShut it up, roll it up, follow youPull
the tapGive it a stabThere's no atmosphereDig a
tunnelThrough the mountainHow many atmospheres are out
thereThere's a telephoneThere to hereGypsy haircutBearskin
rugAnd tambourinesA black pianoOn the mountainTo the atmospheres
are out thereThere's a broken bottleThere's a...Through
the tunnelCut your hand on the atmosphereSplit in twoBand-aids on
your handSplitThe atmosphereIs split in twoStaring at you