All eyes ablaze

We saw her in the old light

Whoa, in the old light

Seventy years to fly

Closer to sunlight

Whoa, 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 coronet, bringing you back

From the grey light

Climb to the car and go

Screaming through the streets, hard at his lungs

And computer

Listens to every beat

Whispering asleep

If there's a drift from old mall

Years are a trifling thing

Passing in an eye's blink

Whoa, in an eye's blink

Forty five years go by

In nothing but a day's time

Whoa, in a day's time

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

Taking to take to take

All eyes ablaze

He saw her in the old light

Woah, in the old light

Seventy years to fly

Closer to the sunlight

Whoa, closer to the sunlight