Sailing silver waves, through the skies and round your eyes and in the,
Pockets of the tide a meeting place by night.

Sequin ocvered swans, that are used to make their own mosaic's.
A ceremony comes: an exponential fate.

The dance on the cosmos shows.
The stitches of space that slowly come and go.
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below.

A whiporwhil will in flight, turns east towards westphalia.
In search of lost time, with the magic of true light.

Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our theme park.
And falling from the sames, is a steeple swarmed in light.

The dance on the cosmos shows.
The stitches of space that slowly come and go.
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below.

Galloping galloping beams faster... (x3)
Joining together and still faster...(x4)
Onwards past never and still faster...
Always past never never and still faster...

(The dance on the cosmos shows.
The stitches of space that slowly come and go.
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below.

The dance on the cosmos shows.
The stitches of space that slowly come and go.
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below)