All that was gold has lost its shine
All that was sure has become obscured

Yes, there was autumn
Burnished and sleek
Fit for smiling, winged gliding

And now it's tarnished silver
Fading metal rusting hearts

Press the cooling pedal of blue freeze
As she must sleep again
She must sleep again
Turn the collapsing wheel of green

Between deaths we are butter
Soft believing melting butter
Well, fed and well spread
Good fed on these deaths
Of our kind, of our kind

Spiraling outer and outer
Beyond what is there
Behind the realm of senses

Beyond love
Beyond our hopeless humanness
Lies the other side
Of the bleeding rainbow

Where bones are collected
And we have come selected
To recover from this polluted mist

Between births we're tearing
Hard gurgling, snarling
Fear, lean and wary, alert untrusty

Still fed on these deaths of our kind
Where bones are collected
And we have come selected
To recover from this polluted mist
Outer and outer
And outer and outer and outer