Oh, oh
Oh, oh
The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn
We watch new things with old eyes
Like strangers with no hearts
Stuck in our glory days
Among strangers building walls
And I speak calmly to the trees
Tryin’ to give them hope
And however slowly time
Destroys our common grounds
The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We hear old words with new ears
Like young ones with no remorse
Stuck in the past no more
Among losers without shame
And I speak calmly to the trees
Tryin’ to give them hope
And however slowly time
Destroys our common grounds
The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
A perfect golden gun for what’s to be done
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
It’s perfect and too soon to be roughly hewn
The surface of the Sun needs a golden one
Hanging by the Moon we could be there soon
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
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