A little god of yellow light is having a doggone good time
Dancing in the eyes that cannot love me anymore
An eagle screams high in the cliffs
And all at once the hair stands up all over me and my heart slips
Your lovely face of tangerine
For an instant flickers on the mental mirror of my dusty dreams
A cloud of stars with little islands
Pierces the black wind with a song much lonelier than silence
Millions of me's are playing now
Deep within the saddened temple of my soul I don't know how
So if you must go do it soon
The show must go on but once you're gone
All the songs from then on will be out of tune
