The golden age of dreams
Is on its way no matter what it seems
Like the rings of age
Mark the life of one tree
So we turn way so we can see
The golden age of dreams
Will be set free:
the freest energy
What is yet to be perceived, yeah
Was washed out to sea
Now it glows, as lava flows
At the bottom of the ocean
And all the humans and computers yet to breathe the breath And the sweetest paradox- when spoke, it's still unsaid
But the golden age of dreams
Will be set free and unleashed (now here we go)