Freeze around us, I’ve gone away, to the sun
Streaming down past, purple bay
Round the fire
Seasons done
Down on Mussel beach where I was sailing once
Doubt they have the means in which to see the sun
Now on mussel beach it only rains
Electric rain
I’m not the same
I’m the guy with the golden crane
Racing over an empty plain
I’m the guy with the martians up above