There's nobody, there's no mountain, there's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here, you can't get from here to there

There's nobody, there's no mountain, there's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here, you can't get from here to there

There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Nothing twisting round, burning down, coming round

There hasn't been a change for over a year
Sliding through, riding through, hiding you

There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Shut it up, roll it up, finding you

Pull the tab just a tad, there's no atmosphere
A gypsy haircut, a bearskin rug, the tambourines, a black piano on the mountain

How many atmosphere's are out there?
Dig a tunnel through the mountain to the atmospheres out there
There's a tunnel from there to here

There's a broken bottle from the tunnel
Cut your hand on the atmosphere

Split in two, band-aids on your hand
Split the atmosphere is split in two, staring at you