The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moonAnd the pregnant aching of an empty wombThe endless echoes of the noise we madeAnd the repercussions of each hand grenadeThere's aeroplanes and dragonflies And infinite September skiesThere's anthems of utopias And creeping wars and glaciersJust listen...Is there music in there?Arrived within the creeping hearseVibrations from the universeAwash with the glittering of city lightsThe mouse choir whispered through the endless nightsAll alone to ride upon the frothThe human dreamt of taking offEventually, time corrodes the brain to rustAnd all those dreams into diamond dustJust listen...Violins and orchestrasFor death and speculation We've got just enough timeI felt the closeness of monsters as we sleptAnd the creaking of hands where masons metThe loneliness of a shooting starAnd the beating of drums where the wild things areAnd somewhere beneath the moonA sonic boom, peeled off from a wingInto the dark, into each heartI heard the angel s ing:"Que sera sera -Whatever will be will be"For death and speculationWell there's just enough timeFor each final seperationWe've got just enough timeAway on the breezeMy evanescent memoriesWell I can feel themBut I can't remember themWell I can feel them Slipping away
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Copy to Clipboard: The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moonAnd the pregnant aching of an empty wombThe endless echoes of the noise we madeAnd the repercussions of each hand grenadeThere's aeroplanes and dragonflies And infinite September skiesThere's anthems of utopias And creeping wars and glaciersJust listen...Is there music in there?Arrived within the creeping hearseVibrations from the universeAwash with the glittering of city lightsThe mouse choir whispered through the endless nightsAll alone to ride upon the frothThe human dreamt of taking offEventually, time corrodes the brain to rustAnd all those dreams into diamond dustJust listen...Violins and orchestrasFor death and speculation We've got just enough timeI felt the closeness of monsters as we sleptAnd the creaking of hands where masons metThe loneliness of a shooting starAnd the beating of drums where the wild things areAnd somewhere beneath the moonA sonic boom, peeled off from a wingInto the dark, into each heartI heard the angel s ing:"Que sera sera -Whatever will be will be"For death and speculationWell there's just enough timeFor each final seperationWe've got just enough timeAway on the breezeMy evanescent memoriesWell I can feel themBut I can't remember themWell I can feel them Slipping away
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