All that was gold has lost its 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
Spiraling 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