Take
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 to the car and go
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
Passing 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

Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take
Taking to take to take

All eyes ablaze
He saw her in the old light
Woah, in the old light

Seventy years to fly
Closer to the sunlight
Whoa, closer to the sunlight