All that was gold has lost it's shine
All that was sure has become obscured
Yes there was autumn,
burnished and sleek
Fit for smiling, winged gliding
And now it's tarnished silver,
fading metal rusting hearts
Press the cooling pedal of blue freeze
As she must sleep again,
she must sleep again
Turn the collapsing wheel of green
Between deaths we are butter,
soft believing melting butter,
well fed and well spread
Good fed on these deaths of our kind,
of our kind

Spiralling outer and outer beyond
what is there, behind the realm of senses
Beyond love, beyond our hopeless
humanness lies the other side of
the bleeding rainbow where bones are collected
and we have come selected to recover
from this polluted mist
Between births we're tearing,
hard gurgling, snarling, fear, lean and wary,
alert untrusty
Still fed on these deaths of our kind
where bones are collected and we have
come selected to recover
from this polluted mist
Outer and outer and outer and outer and outer