All eyes ablaze
We saw her in the old light
Whoa, in the old light
Seventy years to fly
Closer to sunlight
Whoa, to the sunlight
She sings to the stereo
Making dirty pictures
With her hands in the lamplight
And knows where the mourners go
We'll sing a coronet, bringing you back
From the grey light
Climb through the car of girls
Screaming through the streets, hard at his lungs
And computer
Listens to every beat
Whispering asleep
If there's a drift from old mall
Years are a trifling thing
Pa**ing in an eye's blink
Whoa, in an eye's blink
Forty five years go by
In nothing but a day's time
Whoa, in a day's time
Take take take take take take
All eyes ablaze
He saw her in the old light
Woa, in the old light
Seventy years to fly
Closer to the sunlight
Whoa, closer to the sunlight