All eyes ablaze
We saw her in the old light
Oh Oh, in the old light
Seventy years to fly
closer to sunlight
Oh oh, to the sunlight
She sings to the stereo
making dirty pictures
with her hands in the lamplight
And knows where the mourners go
We'll sing a coronach
bringing you back from the greylight
He climbs in the car and goes
Screaming through the streets
Heart and his lungs and computer
listens to every beat
whispering a sleep
if there's a drift from the old norm
Years are a trifling thing
Passing in an eye's blink
Oh oh in an eye's blink
Forty five years gone by
in nothing but a day's time
Oh oh, in a day's time
Taking to take take to take
