In your serial killer breed Of fleshkadettes and atmasurgeons Undisturbed your beauty sleeps Quickened only by belief Forgotten in the maze of mind Ancient pieces of machinery Towers up like the frozen dreams Of a prehistoric beast
From under ground Under our town A delicate sound The beating of ancient wings Through centuries Of darkened dust Your chromed feathers Untouched by rust
I searched you everywhere On the streets and in the temples With my restless nights and days Written all over my face
Then underneath My thin sore skin From deep within The beating of ancient wings A direct line Long distance call Through space and time We rise above it all
Through centuries Of dirt and dust Our chain of love Untouched by rust
