Golden age, turning clocks
Ancient rules, called the lot
I see you're here again
You see I'm staggering
Retrogade, renegade
All of our rocks in place,
We never cease and die
Nine days sailing out to sea
Then home afresh with me
Torch and out, mad and sharp
Living together such precise projecting
All the lost and faint of heart
So stuck in darkness
The rest of us exalted
To the milky way
Early players perception
Could be mythology
I feel it in my blood, this shit is real to me
Cascading energy
Age of Aquarius
Place to be
Round and round the cycle, eternally recurring
Change is in recess
Life is an abscess
Changes in me
Life is too clean
Change is an abscess
Life is a recess
Changes in me
Life is too clean
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound
Gold will rain pockets full of change
And the world goes round,
Prisms by the pound