Once, constellations were holy, now darkness
Pervades all the older ones
And in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday's golden
Now reddened suns
And hope is a word with no space for blame in.
Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity,
Red Shift, all moving away from we.
So here I am, though I might well be with me,
I'm falling down deep to the rim of the wheel.
Is it sham?
Does the world have a meaning?
The more that we know , the greater confusion grows:
Stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns
And probably in the end
Maybe its all been a dream...
Time locked in negative matter,
All theories shatter beneath the weight.
Happy is the man who believes that the world
Is a dream and all reason, fate.
And time moves on with no time,
The eye moves on with no rhyme,
And I'm a song in the depth of the galaxies.
Red Shift is taking away my sanity,
Red Shift, all moving away from we...