Oh, joys arise, the sun has come again to hold you

Sailing out the doldrums of the week

The polyphonic prayer is here, it's all around you

It's all around you out here

And if the whole world is crashing down on you

Fall through space, out of mind with me

Where the emptiness we leave behind

On warm air rising

Those are the shadows far away

The falling of the whole empire

It's here to hold you

Rolling out and haunted till it sinks

Little memories, marching on

Your little feet working the machine

Will it spin? Will it soar?

My little dream working the machine

Soon like a wave

empires will fall

And closing in the womb

Of who you are

Little memories

Your little feet working the machine

Will it spin? Will it soar?

My little dream working the machine

Soon like a wave

empires will fall

And closing in the womb,

Of who you are