arrange the stars to spell our names

ask the trees to play our games

catch the wind inside our hats

hear the river roar and laugh

let's find a home inside our minds

let's find the sea that's keeping time

let's search the planet's carmine skies

and seek the oldest paradigm

we'll crumble to the blackest dust

turn into lonely gods of lust

we'll wait and see and wait again

and then one day we'll watch it end

let's find a home inside our minds

let's find the sea that's keeping time

let's search the planet's carmine skies

and seek the oldest paradigm