Hold on to your soul
as the Golden Age appears,
Hazel eyes,
what song shall I sing?
All I hear is you whispering to me...
When you and I get old,
when you and I get old,
we'll find out what our blind eyes
don't seem to know.
It's no mystery why time goes so slow when you're not around
it makes me spin round,
round the sun.
So hold on to your soul
as the Golden Age appears,
Hazel eyes,
sing to me please,
all I hear is you whispering to me
When you and I get home,
when you and I get home
to the house where the blind eyes
don't seem to go.
We'll awake to the thought crime
that we can be whatever we want
when we spin round,
round our hearts.
We hold on to our souls,
they are timeless.
Your mind
cuts through time and blinds us.
Restore
the chaos in your mind.
Let go,
time is an illusion,
when you and I break through
when you and I break through.
The blind eyes forgotten,
one with the whole.
It's no mystery that your brain makes time,
it's always now.
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