Rest in peace little heaven
As hell comes closing in
On the picture perfect resonance
Of trees and goats and skin
See way off in the distance
That's our independence
Passing by in silence
Galactic conga line
Watch for the resistance
The spiral in the sky
When you're fearless of the mystery
Jump on, hold tight
We'll fly.
Are your eyes smiling
Is your earth dying
Are your leaders lying
Is that flash of bright supplied
By magnetic polar shift
Is the white in your eyes
Drinking in the bliss
Watch for the resistance
The spiral in the sky
When you're fearless of the distance
Jump on, hold tight
We will fly.
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