Floater - Equinox lyrics

While the king he screams at the likes of us Her majesty waits at the back of the bus The stars willingly align And after all time stays on its own side Without wings we're gathering Preparing for the rites of spring And from the swinging of the axe to the swaying of the hips It's such a tangled web we weave from the soul to the lips The time to live is hard in the ticking of the clocks As you and I make love to the equinox