The Old World

I’m on my way

across Gold Beach

Voices below

call out to me

 

“We see you, we’ll pull you through

onwards to the end

Gold horses will pull you too

We will take you home”

 

Day burns like a candle

Smoke circles above

Everyone wants to be a gangster

I just want your love

 

What is heaven without machines?

When the waves are singing to me

 

“We hear you, you’re coming through

onwards to the end

Gold horses hold on to you

We will take you home”

 

Pull me with your tide

 

Pull me with your tide

Pull me with your tide

(And on and on and on and on and on)

 

Pull me with your tide

Pull me with your tide

(And on and on and on and on and on)

 

Pull me with your tide

Pull me with your tide

(And on and on and on and on and on)

 

You will be my guide

You will be my guide

(And on and on and on)