New season: ancient, but not at all eternal Joy turned t- It's the light that guides us, honey Unreceptive nine times out of ten Wishes don't find us, we find them betwixt the silence Only lonely souls seek to find every sign, every sign There's something holy Old season fades out Forgetting how wasted joy tasted It's the light inside us, honey In defense of someone crazy Is there life on Mars? Is anybody out there waiting for me? It's the light of my century Every now and then I'm happy Life is not a foreign country, infinite and quiet These old weeds, wild and anarchic kings Braiding rhizomes so far from home These old beans... magic's what magic does You taught me all kinds of languages