| Song | Dark Star |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Road Trips, Vol. 3, No. 3: Fillmore East 5-15-70 |
| Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes. | |
| Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis. | |
| Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion. | |
| Shall we go, you and i while we can | |
| Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds? | |
| Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter. | |
| Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving. | |
| Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of good-bye. | |
| Shall we go, you and i while we can | |
| Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds? |