Oh, joys are us, the Sun has come again to hold you
Sailing out the doldrums of the week
The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
It's all around you, out here
And if the whole world is crashing down (on you)
Fall through space out of mind with me
Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising
Blows all the shadows far away
The falling of the whole empire is here, to hold you
Rolling out and haunted till it sleeps
Little memories, marching on
Your little feet, working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar?
My little dream, working the machine
Soon, like a wave, empires will fall
And closing in on you, they're going on
Little memories
Your little feet, working the machine
Say will it spin, will it soar?
My little dream, working the machine
Soon like a wave, empires will fall
And closing in on you, they're going on
