"Panicking Gong" lyrics

Usual bag won't hold the usual weight
Yours need mine as mine do yours
What's that sound only your ears can make
Every tongue is tumbling toward

Panicking gong, still singing along

Blowing off in the high reeds
Dreams dream of dreaming you and I
Buried mountain on a mustard seed
The ground believes the question on the sky

Dug up bugs, dug up streams
In between what's underneath
Our wild flowers, wild geese
Old answers, lost teeth
Of the panicking gong
The panicking gong
The panicking gong
The panicking gong