Golden lights and a golden picture
Accompany this trip
My back feels pulled from some invisible force
This wagon brings souls to an end
And heals the wounds they have
And at this speed the past gets lost
I think I should change
My attitude
There is a transformation going on
I know it
But it only ends up
In the most obvious facts
My warren is warm
But all my blood is cooled down
And the rooftops don't speak to me no more
I think I should change
My attitude
And the sky opened up
On this november day
And a ball of light
Hovered down and pierced
Our eyes to blindness
It said the sun chucks herself away
For our poor souls and that
Should make us think and maybe even change
Our attitude