E38

New season: ancient, but not at all eternal
Joy turned t-

It's the light that guides us, honey
Unreceptive nine times out of ten
Wishes don't find us, we find them betwixt the silence
Only lonely souls seek to find
Every sign, every sign
There's something holy

Old season fades out
Forgetting how wasted joy tasted

It's the light inside us, honey
In defense of someone crazy
Is there life on Mars?
Is anybody out there waiting for me?
It's the light of my century
Every now and then I'm happy
Life is not a foreign country, infinite and quiet

These old weeds, wild and anarchic kings
Braiding rhizomes so far from home
These old beans... magic's what magic does
You taught me all kinds of languages