Oh, my love
It's been more than fun.
We've been around the sun,
The moves we made were radical.
Gravity is only a theory,
In need of revisions.
And we'll keep on rising to better see,
Where we're from.
Why have become,
So afraid of change,
Why can't deserts handle rain. Slower now,
We go around the sun.
Now life's a kind of condensation,
A certain type of rust.
Bad vibrations shake the coins across the table,
Oh, here it comes.
I try to hold the reins,
With these folded paper hands,
And plan on shifting sands. Oh, Great Equator,
City of sound.
All we have in a single frame,
For the first time.
Oh, my loves, I wish you could see,
What I've seen.
Or should I spend my days,
In empty pyramids,
And do what the echo-chamber says.